Trip's Place

 Fiction  As my counselor, Mary Smith knew I was still grieving,  "You've got to deal with this sometime, and once you do, you'll wish you'd have done it sooner. " I knew she was right, but my way worked for me. Taking the sight I'd witnessed, placing it in a mental box and only opening it when I was ready. What I first saw was this, shower curtain shut, but clearly my wife's body sitting inside, on the chair, her bloody arm stuck to the shower curtain.  My heart sinks. Expecting this, yet not. The devils in her head had finally won. Now she no longer was tormented by the years of incestuous rape; the blaming and shaming endured from her mother. My tether finally couldn't hold back the torrent of torment and taunting from disembodied voices that spoke to her of condemnation in her mind. A victim of complex PTSD. A victim of self inflicted death.  I draw the curtain back in my mind's eye and know for certain she's dead. Blood congealed below her

Fiction  I married a much younger girl to take care of me as I got older, but she left this world much too soon. I'm reflecting on this as I'm laying, face down, ass up, spread eagle on the bed, each limb held firmly to a bed post by a set of handcuffs.  Her weight is resting atop my back. I feel her firm, A cup breasts pushing into my middle back as her cock is nestled deep in my ass.  She was born a male but in early life she identified as a female. Now, at nearly 20 years old, she has the breasts that fit her tiny 83 pound frame. Her cock is the only thing disproportionate; a full 13 inches in length and 2-1/2 inches in thickness. The entire length and girth of her are resting, balls deep inside of me. I couldn't be happier.  She's toyed with going through with the transformation surgery but at the moment she's withholding because of her love for me. I saved her from her abusive parents and gave her a non-judgemental relationship.  I didn't know at the time h

 A work of fiction that includes anal sex. If you are not of legal age in your place of residence, please do not read this. I was so excited about my birthday. My wife, also known as Miss, had the dining room prepared. The white tablecloth covered by a clear plastic sheet was perfectly centered on the sturdy oval table. I was lead into the room with the leash attached to my thick leather collar, naked and cleansed, inside and out.  She ordered me to assume the position. That meant that I was to bend at the waist, placing my torso on the table, stretching my arms across and out so that she could attach the padlocks restraints to each wrist; the ends of which were permanently mounted to each leg assembly beneath the table. My legs were spread and mounted to the ends of a four foot spreader bar, also padlocked in place. A final restraint that was secured to the center of the spreader bar and looped around a solid oak beam centered left to right beneath the table, and terminated around my

 This story contains sex and lots of it. If this offends you, please look no further. No one under 18 should peruse this work of fiction. Covid-19 and its variants were the first event in a decade that would prove disastrous for humankind. The world had finally found the proof it needed as to the origin of the pandemic and people of wealth gathered clandestinely to discuss retribution. Their solution was to create a new virus that would pay back those responsible.  What they didn't forsee quickly became the pandemic of a millennium, cutting people down in 24 hours time, from exposure to their last breath. Once the genie left the bottle, she couldn't be coaxed back in.  Those people accustomed to being in a clean room environment survived as did others who knew not why they were spared. It would take two and a half years to determine why they died but more importantly, why others survived despite being exposed.  It took less than 10 months for nearly 70% of earth's populatio

 She almost committed to never allowing me to orgasm, ever again....unless of course, it is the ruined orgasm for maintenance. I'm 60 days into it. She decided last night that she wants me to cum twice per year, at her pleasure and command, with no warning.  No more discussion, doesn't matter if I never want to cum again.  Its not my right; I signed that over to her almost a year ago. As of the last entry, I'd totalled 12 climaxes for the year....I'm still at 12. She is at 25. She says I've had enough this year and not to expect anymore till next year. Fine with me, not that that matters either. My orgasm is hers, to be used or denied for her pleasure.  I'm working on a fiction story that will be posted here. I hope I can finish it soon. Until then, I hope you enjoy my cum-less life.

 The first real test finished up on May 8th, 67 days of sex without a real climax. I was afforded the occasional ruined orgasm, for prostate health, but I wasn't allowed to waste it. I had to consume it all, each time.  As I laid her on her back, legs over my shoulders and my erection sliding deep inside, I was told to release. It happened in an instant, like pressure in a hose, pent up and ready to gush forth as soon as the valve was opened. I  filled her, quite full. Then she ordered, "Clean up that mess you've made. When you're done with the outside,  I'll sit on your face so the rest drains into your mouth. "  Yes miss.  It took 17 long minutes for all of the pie to drip into my devouring mouth, each lust filled drop was consumed by he who injected it into her womanhood.  "Get a shower. I want you to start on the next round. This time, I don't want a daily accounting of how long it's been. If I want to know, I'll look on that calendar I to