If you looked up the word gifted in the dictionary, there is a half-chance you would find his picture there, young Aditya. Such a smart little boy. Such a good little boy -- one who learned to walk at five months, speak at eight, and to earn a mastery of the alphabet before the dawn of his second birthday. In fact, since the day of his birth onward, he had b...
We stared at the screen, the account was in the first person written by Emm: I remember being drugged, waking I found myself shackled securely to a St Andrew's Cross. Feeling intoxicated and euphoric, I gazed around the room, there was a small table next to the cross. Looking down at it, I saw a tall glass jar containing a clear liquid, and next to it a se...
Meet Butch, a strong woman living in The City. You've seen her around, a chubby, dark-skinned female walking about town with more swagger than the average Man. Butch was raised by her Father alongside her Brothers, and never learned how to be Feminine, whatever the fuck that means. A long time ago, Butch discovered that she likes the Ladies and her Family wa...
Authors note: Firstly, I would love to thank Chris R. for helping create this story, for the character of Chris F, and for just being an awesome person. I hope this is everything you hoped it would be. This story has been a fair amount of work. What started out as a short story, sort of grew out of all proportions in to my longest ever work. I am sorry th...
**Some moments need to be captured** *** I took her sad face in my hands, keeping my own compassionate but inscrutably opaque. She leaned in to kiss me but I held her, just out of reach, tethered by the throat and the back of her hair. My voice dropped from the undulating ring of chatter to a low, even tone. Something was about to change, it was time for t...
Anne carefully retied the collar around her neck as she knelt on the floor of the bathroom. She'd cleansed herself thoroughly in the shower, washing off all traces of the scents that had clung to her body after the pleasure Katrin had given her. Her body was returning to something approaching normality too. She could still feel the stress in her muscles wher...
This is another in a series of true-life sexual experiences that I've had over the years. I tell this tale and others with realistic language and descriptions as close to what actually happened as I can remember. I do not engage in the unrealistic, silly moaning and screaming that real people seldom engage in. This really happened. I am not relating a fantas...
© 2013 Please do not reproduce this original work in any form without written permission from the author. * I wonder what she's doing right now. It's 8 p.m. on the East coast, so her conference is over and she'll have eaten dinner by now—probably with Melissa. I know they haven't seen each other lately, so my love will have enjoyed spending time with her...
Your Silken Skin, Your Heat, Your Smell, Your Mouth! (Her lips, Her Tongue, My Body, MySex!) -A New Short Story by Nicole The days are getting warmer and as the sun clings to the horizon, slanting down in a long shallow arc, the pale golden light angles in a gentle bath of glowing peach over her cheek and lean elegant neck. My slender fingers quietly seek...
Tasha's eyes were closed when she heard a voice growl for her attention. It wasn't so much words as a noise with base purpose. Her eyes ease open as mixed emotions zip through her mind. "Where am I? What happened?" These questions and many others ran like fish in the pool of her thoughts as she was hoisted to her feet. They felt like stones under her and ti...