{WARNING: Very graphic SM sexual detail. Debasement.} The deepest changes in one's life can creep up on you and you're almost completely unaware. Finding one's ruler, is a case in point. I was living in New York City at the time; I was attending a linguistics conference and staying at the Waldorf. She was staying there while visiting a friend—she lived...
It's too bright in this room. There are no shadows. No windows. There is nowhere to hide. There is nowhere to run. I have seen what is in this room. I have seen the chair without its seat. I have seen the table, and what is presented upon it. I am both horrified and aroused. My heart thumps in my chest as I stand in the centre of the room, as instructed. T...
Okay so I've decided to do a bit of an "about me" thing here. Why? Because its currently 4am and I'm awake, bored and editing the latest parts of Tears of blood is presently doing my head in. I'm not exactly sure what category this goes in, but hey- did I mention how bored I am right now. Im probably going for non-erotic or reviews and essays?? Anyway. If L...
So, I got off the train and headed a few blocks to the club/bar. I wasn't as nervous as I thought I'd be and it was really busy and very dark inside. I could hear the chatter of people even before I entered through the door. As I entered, I walked right to the bar and ordered a Corona. I took my beer and headed towards the back to see what it was like back t...
You can't really know a city until you know your neighbors. That's what I've always believed and that's what happened during my first week on my new job, on my new city. I was renting an apartment, whose only advantage was a big bedroom window facing the building across the alley. One night I came back from work completely tired. I got undressed and sat on...
I'm a pervert, and an unapologetic one at that. I'm so completely confident and comfortable with my sexuality that I refuse to compartmentalize it, lie about it, or be ashamed of it. I'm free from society's pressure to conform and that is a joy most people will never experience. To most people in a sexually-repressed society, being unashamed of your sexualit...
Kath squirms. He has tied her to her own bedpost, hands plugged helplessly to the cheap metal rod. The room's coolness shivers her skin. Budding goosebumps on bare creamy legs. She senses he is still fully clothed but cannot see. Rich almond eyes blindfolded with black cloth. Eyes that darted downward as he crossed the threshold of her home, still slightly...
On Friday night, all of us get together at the pub—all the couples plus me, Mac, and whatever floozy he decided to bring that night. He was always bringing a different girl each Friday night. Lora and Lee, the newlyweds, were already back from the honeymoon. They were arguing over something about the house. "So I guess the honeymoon is over." I laughed as I...
Greta: A name formerly reserved by me to be in the same category as the names Helga, Bertha and Ethel. A name that promised me nothing interesting, nothing of beauty. All that changed the morning I met Franz' daughter. Her head peeked around the edge of the door, showing very little indication that I'd woken her up. "Is Franz here?" I asked, kind of ashamed...
Where do I begin? I suppose as a BBW woman, I am supposed to be ashamed of my body. I am not, I love the soft curves of my figure, the suppleness in contrast to the hard body of a man. I first discovered the ability to be comfortable with my body back in college, senior year. I was a late bloomer and did not begin dating until then so we will begin with my f...