Here's a story I wrote entitled "The Man Who Would Be Mayor"
The key to her chastity belt was, interestingly enough, shaped like a dick. It was at that moment that I knew I was in. After all, her megalomaniacal husband was off fighting a crusade some 800 years dead and I... I was left alone to fend for the "Kingdom of Blueberry Canyon" as he so loved to call his mansion and estate grounds. So, I humored the guy, after all, he did buy me a keen pair of silk pajamas...
For fuck's sake, here I am, a decent chap with a good mind, stuck house-sitting some crazy rich guys mansion for a rockin' $1500 a month, when I learn on the day that I get to his mansion (Blueberry Canyon) that his young trophy-wife will be staying at the house as well! I also learned that this nutty guy had a passion for the crusades and for medieval times in general so in keeping with the middle-age spirit, he left his wife (Gueniviere by name fittingly enough) wearing a chastity belt. Over the first few nights we talked for a bit and I came to learn of her malcontent with her nut-job of a husband.
We shared wine and watched a few movies and she gave me quite a number of hand and mouth jobs - they were stellar - and I didn't even have to ask for them! We decide that we just had to do some really dirty fucking, so that belt was just going to have to come off. We called a locksmith, er... "smithy," and had him come make a key for the lock on Guens' belt. When he was done, the key was an exact replica of a dick. Needless to say, Guen was delighted, I was rather happy myself, and the smithy said that he had a marvelous time.
It was then that I realized that I truly had become the MAYOR OF BLUEBERRY CANYON.
The End
The key to her chastity belt was, interestingly enough, shaped like a dick. It was at that moment that I knew I was in. After all, her megalomaniacal husband was off fighting a crusade some 800 years dead and I... I was left alone to fend for the "Kingdom of Blueberry Canyon" as he so loved to call his mansion and estate grounds. So, I humored the guy, after all, he did buy me a keen pair of silk pajamas...
For fuck's sake, here I am, a decent chap with a good mind, stuck house-sitting some crazy rich guys mansion for a rockin' $1500 a month, when I learn on the day that I get to his mansion (Blueberry Canyon) that his young trophy-wife will be staying at the house as well! I also learned that this nutty guy had a passion for the crusades and for medieval times in general so in keeping with the middle-age spirit, he left his wife (Gueniviere by name fittingly enough) wearing a chastity belt. Over the first few nights we talked for a bit and I came to learn of her malcontent with her nut-job of a husband.
We shared wine and watched a few movies and she gave me quite a number of hand and mouth jobs - they were stellar - and I didn't even have to ask for them! We decide that we just had to do some really dirty fucking, so that belt was just going to have to come off. We called a locksmith, er... "smithy," and had him come make a key for the lock on Guens' belt. When he was done, the key was an exact replica of a dick. Needless to say, Guen was delighted, I was rather happy myself, and the smithy said that he had a marvelous time.
It was then that I realized that I truly had become the MAYOR OF BLUEBERRY CANYON.
The End
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brite_red_scream:
yeah...the next big river trip will be on memorial day...it's going to be insannnnnnnne.
masaba:
hehehe like the story