Thank you to WildFire Cowgirl for her help with editing. More chapters to come. * I stood leaning against the doorjamb of my walk-in closet, gazing at the clothes that hung there, trying to decide what to wear. Tonight was date number three with Ian the Accountant. He wasn't actually an accountant. I didn't really know what he did for a living, only that h...
The day on all accounts started really crappy the same crap at my work and the same feeling of wanting to quite if only I could afford it. I spent my lunch at the café down the road ah Costa's its bloody expensive but worth it. I was just sitting drinking my cappuccino and reading one of my romance novels when for some reason I looked up and ordering at th...
I have a stereotypically boring sex life. My wife feels vanilla sex should be good enough, treats oral as foreplay only, anal completely out of the question, and everything else I fantasize about is not even in the realm of possibility. I have approached the subject on several occasions, often I'm met with disbelief that I'm dissatisfied. How can I not be...
(AKA: Chanson De Guest) They have left her, to Be. The Many Spawn have spread out, into the farthest reaches of Merseyside. They have their things to do... their particular truths to discover. The sacred Consort is with the youngest of them — presiding over them, and caring for them. The Goddess is alone, for once. She has the chance to pursue her aim: comm...
"Oh that feels good." Steve Fox said to himself as he stroked his hard cock. Normally, sitting in the large boardroom of the brokerage house where he worked was the last place he would've considered masturbating. If things had gone the way he'd originally planned, the 19 year old mailroom clerk would've instead been up in the main conference room pounding t...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. How are you today? My name is Fatima Mehdi, and I'm a young Arab woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm in the police foundations program at Algonquin College, and hope to work in law enforcement someday. You don't see a lot of Middle-Eastern women in that field, especially Hijab-wearing ones, but I am a determined s...
"We won't be back 'til much later, sweetie! Make sure you eat up before going to bed!" came a voice from downstairs as the front door clicked shut. Up in her bed, Zoha 'okay'd' in acknowledgment without shifting her focus from her book. She didn't mind- or care- whether her parents went out because it had become a habit for them. She could take care of hers...
"Hey, it's me. I wanted to see if I could come over." There is silence on the other end of the line. I can hear him breathing. "I'm not going to jump you or anything. I'm just lonely." I am sitting on the folded-out futon couch in the drafting studio of my friend Nora's apartment, where I have been living for the past eight days. I am wearing a pair of bl...
French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
My mistress and I have been through a lot together, but now we I feel we are closer than ever before. Tonight, I have earned my collar: a symbol of our relationship with one another. It is secured around my neck and only she holds the key. I am hers now, I have willingly given myself to her and she has accepted me as her own. The collar sat on the dresser f...