"Lyssa, I can't believe what your saying. You won't have sex with me of your own accord, but you would have me beat you into submission. I can't get my head around that. I feel like I'm in some weird waking dream. Do you mean that you'd allow me to beat you without condemning me for it? I find this so bizarre that I'm not certain you actually said what I thi...
It was three years later that she recounted these events to a therapist. It had taken six months for Brigitte to bring herself to have sex again. When she did, it wasn't with a boyfriend: it was at a club where people paid women for sex in back rooms. She'd been terrified at first, but she'd quickly gotten into it. She'd been doing that regularly ever since....
The Law firm Samantha worked for, Johnson, Bollocks and Hymen, had recently expanded their practice into other cities; moving outside their corporate Los Angeles location, and opening two new office locations in Australia and New Zealand; Sydney and Auckland respectively. Samantha had caught wind that the managing partners were looking for people within he...
Suddenly I began searching my mind for the guilt I expected to feel. It just wasn't there. Maybe it would be there in the light of day. Maybe, because Linda had told me I could "mess" without commitment, it would never be there. I started telling myself this was a one or two nighter, that I would get my fill and leave before things got out of hand. A game of...
I have been relating my adventures with Jola and Zbyszka, the transwomanly poles (pun: they are Poles) of a trio I have called the Narcissae, thanks to their resembling each other to the point of being almost mirror-images, the third P(p)ole being Kasza, the cis-woman. Of course, the likeness does not apply at the genital level. Well, you may not be surprise...
All build up no delivery, laying groundwork. I picked my way up the narrow path between the top of the gorge and the moor with the open landscape on one side and the steep rocky slope falling away to the other. I'd been drenched down in the valley earlier in the afternoon, and apparently it had rained here too, so that the worn rocks of the path over which...
A few weeks after my first public reading, I received an interesting email. Apparently, Novella was more invested in my stories than I thought she would be and so she contacted the host of some literary blog, or podcast she was listening to, who in turn emailed me for an interview. From what I've gathered, the podcast was mostly about "new" independent autho...
Authors note: this is a personal story to me. It is fiction, but I put myself in the story. Why? Probably because it is written from one of my fantasies. Thank you for reading it. I hope you enjoy it. ********** Let's see how should I start this tale? How about unoriginally? At the beginning of course. Ok so I was having dinner at a nice restaurant. A li...
I live in a somewhat cheap apartment, and for years I had an old (but thankfully not near-deaf) man as my neighbor. I hardly ever heard him, even though the walls are thin. Then he moved out, and everything changed for me. The first day I saw a group of South Americans enter the place and they worked their assess off, stripping the place clean and redecora...
The following week, the Hawley's went up to London again for the weekend, taking Simone's younger brother and leaving Simone in Miss Pauline's care. Simone was pleased to be alone with her governess. Miss Pauline had shared such exciting things with her last time, and Simone could not wait for bedtime. Simone went to her room at 9.30 and undressed. She loo...