Friday night had come fast. I’m uneasy, but excited for what’s going to happen. I glance in the mirror, grab my keys and head out to my car. I leave thirty minutes early to beat the crowd, and to get a look at what’s in store for me. I arrive at the club, and park in the…
I decide to go out on my own one night because none of my friends are in the mood to drink, and I’m hoping that being there without them will give me the chance to try things I would not normally do. I’m not old enough to order myself a drink yet (I’m 18), but…
We are parked on a street in Paris at night. The streetlights bathe us in a yellow glow. I am on the driver’s side, you are next to me. It is an old Packard, in excellent condition and it has a wide bench-style front seat covered in soft leather. You are wearing a black cocktail…
I held it in my hand, the silver bullet I had bought on line. It was a new toy, a vibrator, meant to be inserted in my pussy. It had a cord on it, leading to a control pad. Using the controls my beloved Mistress, Annie, could force it to vibrate inside me. The idea…
The storm clouds were clearing rapidly now;the sun slanting across the valley, a low sharp diagonal of golden light. Steam rose from the tops of the trees, small wraiths of vapour twisting and evaporating as he watched, fascinated. The thunder had died away long since; at least so far as the weather was concerned. The…
Lara jumped at the sound of his voice. “Curiosity killed the cat!” He called out from the doorway. “I…I…….” She stammered. “Just being nosey.” John told her as he smiled. Lara closed the lid of the parcel on the kitchen table. “Sorry.” She responded. John walked over and pulled back the lid. “Bed restraints.”…
John watched her from his window every day. Her apartment was a floor above and across the narrow alleyway, so he was looking up at her when she worked in her kitchen. fortunately for him, her kitchen just so happened to have a large window positioned at just the right height for his viewing pleasure….
It had been an entire day and night. That’s all. But it felt like forever. “Daddy” could be so cruel. He’d forbidden her to touch herself. Forbidden her from his beautiful cock. Of course, she knew he wasn’t her real Daddy, but sometimes – just sometimes – he made her feel like his petulant daughter….
“I planned to pop the question at dinner tonight,” Kevin told Alex as they got in the back of the limo. Alex extended her hand so she could examine her sparkling engagement ring and smiled. Kevin sighed at the sight of his bride to be. In addition to the ring, she wore a dress…
She’s programmed herself to talk the talk, but walking the walk reveals she’s inexperienced. You have to read the body language closely: the widened eyes, the lack of grace in posture, the barely repressed nervous giggle. She tells you she’s had this Master and that Sir and maybe she has, but they’ve all been phonies…
This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story “The Chair”, enjoy… — Eve stands in front of the apartment. Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she…
I’ve been with my Master for a long time, and I know my place. I know what to do, and when to do it. He doesn’t take kindly to misbehaving, but what Master does? I love my place, my role, my submission to my Master. He takes care of me; he always protects me, and keeps me safe. I’ve always…
Judy was visibly shaking as he walked towards her. His broad, towering frame dwarfed her own slim, petite body as he closed up on her. The front door had now been shut upon her husband and they were finally alone; it was just the two of them now. She could see hunger in his eyes…
Closing the apartment door with his foot, he sloughed off the tuxedo jacket and snatched the bow tie from around his neck. Another evening wasted listening to VIPs bitch and moan about how they can’t afford yacht marina fees, how expensive it is to buy their kids through ivy league prep schools, how slutty their…
I hold a peach within my hand; Light furred skin tickling at my palm. A vision of pure innocence; Unplucked fruit to protect from harm. To run my fingers ‘cross its form And feel its heat caressing mine Dare I bruise such maidenly flesh? Defile that perfect orb divine? Drag cuticles to split that skin, Reveal its plump inviting core, Tease…
