In the manner of Gregory Maguire, who provided us with a version of the childhood standard The Wizard of Oz through the eyes of the "wicked" witch, I have re-written my favorite BDSM story, Both Master and Slave, written by Martin Sharpe (published in 2001 by Silver Moon Books in Great Britain), from the point of view of the submissive, rather than the Maste...
[Sometimes a masochist meets the perfect sadist. This story is about how these two found each other. Your comments and votes are encouraged.] * She saw it coming. I was watching the people on the platform waiting for the train when I saw the man running. Twenty-five feet behind him a cop was running, trying to catch him. The man looked back at the cop and...
I was a senior in college at a small southern university when I met Donna. Donna was an eighteen year old freshman who had grown up on her father's farm and went to school in a tiny little town. I immediately fell in love with Donna. She was a slim girl with giant blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was smart, sweet and had big friendly smile. However, the fi...
Within the shadow bound halls of Ingley Manor, Squire George sat within his great wooden chair, stooped with age before his time. The crackle of the hearth nearby had gone from pleasant white noise in the background to a harsh and unforgiving assault on the silence he so craved. Wearily, he rested his head within one hand, feeling as if all strength had fled...
My name is Kim, and I'm writing to tell some of the stories that I participated in--and that my friends and non-friend participated in--in the South Florida city where we lived for about three years. We moved there so that my boyfriend, Joel, could open his used and rare record and book store, Vinyl & Pulp. I had gotten a job in the Housing office at the Lib...
It was late afternoon and Annabelle and I were laying side-by-side on my bed looking up at the ceiling, with half-closed eyes. We were both still breathing heavily and we were both covered in sheen of sweat. It was the fourth time we'd been together since the first time Annabelle surprised me on another warm Sunday afternoon not so long ago. Our shoulders an...
January 2 ~4:17 AM~ Blue didn't know what to say. Well, that wasn't exactly true. She knew what she wanted to say, but leaping into John's arms and yelling out a heartfelt 'YES PLEASE!' would probably put her on John's Borderline Crazy, Run From This Woman As Fast As You Can list- (every man had a list like that, didn't they?)- and she really, really want...
Jeremy wondered what his uncle Jack wanted to talk to him about as he drove back to his place. The thought of Debbie's chest trying to burst from the blouse she was wearing for dinner helped him put his concerns of what his uncle wanted to talk about from his mind. He saw his uncle sitting on the front porch, the porch light casting a yellow glow on him as h...
Sally was completely spent when she managed to climb into her bed early Saturday morning. She awakened late the next morning with many mixed emotions over what had transpired the previous night. She could still smell the sex on her. Sally had never in her wildest imagination considered participating in an orgy, not the conservative Baptist woman. Now, not on...
At the sound of the bell, Leah Olson stormed out of English and flowed into the stream of kids. At 3 pm they turned from budding students into a school of fish, only drawn to the light outside the large double doors. Senioritis pushed Leah out the door and into one of the last bright, warm days, before fall turned the world cold and gray. She beat a path t...