Sitting in the breakfast diner that evening, Erik folded the menu up and decide to have an omelet. He was waiting to meet with a contractor he had located after an internet search. He hoped he had found someone worthy of an extended relationship. He hadn't rejected the idea of working on a strip club and Erik considered that a good sign. His waitress walke...
My master dresses me in the morning. Black pumps, black pencil skirt, and a black turtleneck to conceal my collar. She washes me, shaves my legs. Puts on my lipstick. My glasses. We look like any other professional couple riding the train to work. My master reads the paper and I play hearts on my phone. The jostling makes the anal beads sing inside me. She...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play' is my attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. It's not a genre I typically work in so I'm NOT going to play by the rules. If I break any preconceived notions or 'established guidelines', too bad. ;) That said, I hope you enjoy it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. Most ar...
Disclaimer: The following is a consensual story featuring a real female celebrity and a fictional male character. Any similarity to reality is coincidental. -- Lili Reinhart rode the elevator up to the top floor of an apartment building in Vancouver. She had arrived in the Canadian province earlier in the week, preparing for run of filming for her hit show...
The morning sun hit the side of my face, waking me up from a deep and restful sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself at home in my bedroom. Taking my time to stretch, enjoying the feeling of happiness that was bursting through my veins, the scent of Victoria connected with my senses. Moving my hand towards her side of the bed, I quickly realized she wasn't...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 3' is the conclusion of my surprisingly well-received first attempt at dabbling in the realm of magic. Once more throwing caution to the wind, I run wild through the dandelion patch of canon, convention, and tradition, kicking up the fluff that is the Fantasy genre. Yeah, I know, but whatcha gonna do. Minimal effort is made he...
Copyright © 2018 Prologue; Thanks again to blackrandI1958 for the opportunity to participate in another special event, Siren's Song. I have never written a sea-going saga before and most of you will probably tell me I should have gone down with my ship but I wanted to give it a try with a favorite genre from my youth, the swashbuckler. I didn't want to wr...
Some college, somewhere in the United States I The hot cheerleader was an American cliché, of course; Jason knew that. What's more, as a college quarterback, he was also aware of his own cliché-ness. Ironically, however, he was only aware of this precisely because he wasn't a stereotypical jock. In his spare time, instead of consuming football and porn...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
You've always been kind of a nancy boy. A little afraid of women, and awkward. The attraction has always been strong though, especially to dominant women. It was always obvious that you were a little different, but things changed when you met her. She wasn't typical in any sense of the word, and you find out the hard way.What's next? Annabel Lee, 6'1&q...