Before you arrive, I set the stage. Red and white candles all over the room of various sizes, Sandalwood and Rose incense, Enigma in the CD player. The bed has black satin sheets on it, covered in red and white rose petals. There are lengths of black cord draped over each side of the headboard. I am dressed in a black satin merry widow, complete with garters...
The majestic mosque located in the west end of Ottawa is by far my favorite. It's within walking distance of the nearby bus station. Seriously, a five-minute walk and you're there. One bright and sunny, unseasonably warm Friday morning in late March, I got off the bus and decided to head to prayer before class. I don't have class till one o'clock on Fridays...
I was in love with her the moment I first laid eyes on her. All it took was her turning to look at me and I was hooked. Even across the crowded dining room, it was as if her honey brown eyes were looking for my fiery brown ones. She sat across from a tall blonde with long legs that wore a skirt that no skank should ever venture out of the house in no matter...
At the station we were met by a chauffeuse with a card saying 'Emm and Angie', so there was no doubt about who she was waiting for. She eyed Angie up, as Angie stared at her; this was going to be fun. Angie and Emm held hands in the car. They quite clearly wanted to devour each other, and I felt as out of place as the shy one at some orgy. We swept into th...
I could feel her eyes on me before I woke up. Half-asleep, I lifted my head. For a brief moment, our eyes met in the dark. Her eyes glittered under dark bangs, an outlaw's hat, high cheekbones casting shadows in the dim light. Her eyes narrowed as she cocked her head, one eyebrow raised. A challenge. Was I crazy, or was that a half smile on her face? Just...
[Specifically Dedicated to "My Gus." She can share my cake anytime.] "Why don't you let anyone call you by your full name, Justine?" "Jay." I growled my retort at everyone who had ever called me that, including Gus. "Exactly," Gus responded through her half chewed apple while turning the roundabout way too quickly for my taste. "Justine is a pretty name....
This is part 3 of the "Filipina Persuasion" series. I tried something new by turning this into a "choose your story" chapter. I plan to add two separate endings depending on the final choice the reader makes. ****************************************************** It had been three weeks since I met Maricar and became her lesbian girlfriend and slave. Over...
Simon was happy in his new one bedroom apartment, not far from the chaos and craziness of the LA club life. He was listening to techno.Dancing around the room by himself in his skintight slut jeans, and tank top. His toes and the arches of his bare feet feeling every nuance of the floor, like a prime Ballerina's. He felt like a slut. A horny twink. Now tw...
Adara pranced down the hallway, a satisfied smirk plastered onto her face. Complimenting her uniform were a maroon fedora and fingerless gloves, and black lace-up boots. At an hour before curfew, there weren't many other students outside of their dorms, but Adara knew. She was going to be there. Slipping into the library, Adara made her way to the very back...
Debs awoke to find her lover lying patiently beside her. She gazed into Cindy's eyes and Cindy smiled showing her fangs, the edges of her mouth flecked with Deborah's blood. Debs instinctively moved in and kissed Cindy, their tongues played around each other's mouths and Debs tasted the iron tang of her once human blood. "How do you feel?" Asked Cindy Deb...