A My Lesbian Slave Martina Story Meeting my slave Martina for the first time, I use her on the toilet as hard, deep and urine-covered as she had always wanted.
A My Lesbian Slave Martina Story On a lesbian vacation, Martina and myself engage in plenty of pee-games and use every opportunity to fuck each other's brains out.
I'm not a fag. So why was I hard from that hand playing with my ass in the crowded elevator? And who hacked my email at work to ask if I'd had a hardon? He told me not to wear underwear the next day. Bullshit. I always wore briefs. But I didn't. And he played with me again. And now he says I have to go to a video arcade at lunch, and wait for his dick to come through the hole. Bullshit. I won't. Will I?
This is a variation of my short story Born in David's Basement. It concerns Michael and David and their frustrating relationship, where David is hopelessly anti-gay and Michael is hopelessly confused. Enter Michelle, his alt-universe alter ego who saves the day. Read my note to the reader at the beginning of the story before reading.