This is the story that started me on my erotic journey. It was written by my friend Gavin (the hero in my last story). I did edit it for grammar, spelling and readability, but the rest is all his. I hope you enjoy it. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* You come home from a day of work at 7:30 in the evening, the moon just coming up over the horizon. As you open the...
Elena had started pretending to be other people when she was five. At first, it was princesses and fairies. As she grew older, it became Russian heiresses and Turkish harem. She did it to escape the boring life she had always known – the balls, the rounds in the park, shopping for ribbons and husbands. Very few of people knew of her hobby – her maid, Annabel...
Note: so I just threw this together pretty quickly, inspired by an arrogant bastard of a dom that I know. Also I haven't written anything non-academic in years, so I'm not entirely happy with it, but I think it's good enough to get off to, so enjoy it; ***** "I knew you'd show up." His gaze strayed from the rim of his coffee cup to give her a quick glance...
A tremor of anticipation runs between Arsa's shoulder blades. The summoning is nigh she just knows it. Nailed fingers scrape through her thick, short purple hair, dragging it away from the stubs of the nascent horns above her forehead. She runs her tongue out, moistening her pale lips, shakes her head and shifts her hips, applies a bit of heft to her sporty...
Billy hadn't worn clothes in months and the garments felt strange on his body. He was simply dressed in a pair of jeans and long sleeved t-shirt but he felt as though he were smothering. He was seated in the living room of his Master's house waiting for his new Mistress and her Master to arrive and pick him up. His meager belongings were in a box by the fron...
As I laid naked on the soft King sized bed, a trickle of sweat ran down my back and raced for the crack of my ass. Everything felt hot. The sheets were hot, the pillow was hot, and more importantly, I was hot. ‘It’s a dry heat,’ is all I heard from the locals, but at nearly midnight in Las Vegas and the needle still hovering around 90, I didn’t care what the...
Onyx Dreams Ch 6: Denial >>Davenport Monastery: February 1992 Cyrus panted as he hung from the shackles that bound him to the ceiling, gasping in a sharp breath as another bucket of icy water was thrown onto him. "Have you learned your lesson yet?" the shrill voice of the dormitory master spoke. Cyrus nodded his head vigorously, shivering from the icy...
J thought it would be better to leave Se Yi to vent her emotions alone for he had no interest to delve further into her feelings. He would not allow her emotions to ruin his bliss at that moment. The satisfaction he had with Chui somehow frightened him. Such brute display of force thrills while doing it had him thinking of the new pleasure that was previousl...
The sun was nonexistent. It had been over a week since there had been any dry weather. Andrew looked out his office window, mesmerized by the rain drops sliding down the pane. How he hated the rain. It wasn't unusual to have rain. But Denver had been in a drought for the past 5 years. He had gotten used to no rain. He liked no rain. He didn't own an umbrella...
It was opened by the slaver. He was dressed in a towel and held one in his hand. "My apologies, I have called you out of your bath...I was hoping to talk with you about your last visit." Pudgy nodded letting him inside without hesitation. "Ahmi...bring the king a drink," he said sharply. A boy rattled the dishes harshly and carefully poured a glass. It wa...