What the hell was I thinking telling Lucy I was a lesbian! She probably thinks I'm a huge pervert or something for not telling her sooner. I really wish she would say something instead of just looking straight ahead. I'm starting to think this was a huge mistake, no let me re-phrase that I think this friendship was a huge mistake! I can't handle her silence...
Beyran walked through the jungle of Stranglethorn cursing his luck. He'd been walking two days to find an outpost or even a damn camp where he could sit down, and tend to a wound he sustained from a hungry jungle panther. The young Blood Elf's head was drenched with sweat, and his shield arm loosely swung to his side as he continued his wandering. He quick...
It all started during my junior year of college. My professor, whose name was Paul, had invited me to his house to tutor me for an exam. At first, I was hesitant about going, since I was dating a guy named Bill, but I finally decided it would be okay...after all, he was my professor. He met me at the door, smiling at me, and invited me in. I should've known...
You walk me over to the foot of the bed and turn me to face it. You don't say anything, but the forcefulness of your hand on my arm tells me you want me to stay there. From where I am standing, I can see you open my favorite drawer of the Sin Chest and take out several items. The wrist and ankle cuffs make my heart speed up, but the throbbing between my legs...
"Strip and follow me." How could he even think of protesting, when his Mistress was standing there wrapped in a big fluffy towel? B turned and made sure the front door was securely locked, then hung up his jacket on the coat rack and quickly undressed. He folded his clothes and put them on the bench by the door, with his shoes underneath. When he was finis...
A polite telephone conversation followed weeks of email. A date and time was set. The ground rules were simple: we would meet for drinks at an elegant old Nob Hill hotel. I knew that its lounge area offered privacy among the sumptuous, overstuffed chairs and sofas. It would be drinks, and only drinks, if she did not want to proceed. But if she did want to go...
You've got your arm through mine as we walk down the hot sidewalk, feeling my blue blazer between your fingers and smiling, looking over at me. I smile back through my sunglasses, practically licking my lips as I look you up and down. Your hair is flowing down your back, and your womanly curves look perfect in the skimpy camisole and short skirt I bought you...
Fifteen minutes had expired as Colonel Ruby Goddard returned to Sophia Ridge. Young James Ian Pryce had no more than isolated the Weaver insect when Ruby rushed back to bring him along with her. His dog Xander in tow. "Sophia?" Ruby calls out before entering the room she was left in. "I'm still here. No change." Sophia echoes in response. "Okay. I'm bring...
A bone of contention. Perhaps I'm abusing the soapbox this time, but I shall attempt to restrain myself. To further go along a theme I have already brought up, we are all not the same person, and do not like the same things. Rather than being perturbed at having been labeled a sick puppy, as I have been called worse, I thought I might try and be a little cr...
I want to tell you what catches my eye and why, so you can incorporate it, if you wish, into your work. Naturally there are genres, fetishes and other topics that fall into the personal taste category that I do not read, and I won't get into; while they have bearing on whether I'll read a story, this piece is intended to provide insight for all writers. Per...