I tried to imitate the National Geographic series "Countdown to Disaster" with this story. My inspiration for this was a (non-erotic) car accident that saw on YouTube. All other events and all interactions in the narrative are born of my imagination. All names, people and locations are fictional as well. Any similarities to people, events or locations are co...
I just finished "Thoughts on Submission" and now I'm heading straight into Domination... still hard, still stroking myself between thoughts... To me, this is the more taboo. Giving myself to another... well, that's my choice. But I have to confess... sometimes my fantasies go the other way. Sometimes I want to be the boss, the top, and I want you to be my l...
I was working at a gas station just north of Barstow, off I15. It was a very hot day, being July 3rd. Since most of the Vegas or LA bound traffic gassed up in town, we were not used to getting customers that weren’t locals. Just as I looked up from the tabloid where I was reading about the latest invasion of space aliens, I saw a brand new Indian motorcycl...
You just like to mess with me. You love watching me push the envelope. I love watching you covet me. I love it when you tell me what to do. Put your mouth up against the bars of the cage and lick it off my fingers.I know what you want, I just don't know how you want it. Yet. Oh, yeah, there are a lot of other women in the world who are so sexy. It' s true....
She sat there all alone weeping on the steps to her townhouse. The day couldn't have gone any worse. It all started when she woke up late. When she got to work, her boss called her into his office and made her feel like a very minute person. After work, she went out to get into her car and the tire was flat...no spare, she forgot to get it fixed the last tim...
A whistle woke me up, but I was too tired to move, so I yawned and rolled over, ignoring master's call. A hard slap on my ass made me sit up guiltily. "Dinner time Raven, come bitch." I went, following him out of the room and into a kitchen on all fours, "sit." I tried to get onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table, but he pulled my hair backwards, so...
"The sexual act, successfully performed, was rebellion. Desire was thoughtcrime." ― 1984 The hooker entering Mike Oxhard's rotting apartment had skin the color of mahogany. Her male counterpart ― clad in sweatshop-hewn khakis, and a name brand with B.O. stains ― followed closely behind; a frightened child clinging to its mother. Oxhard's Doublelist classi...
This story is part of The 750 Word Project. Thank you jezzazz and Laurel for organizing this year's event! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy! All characters are over eighteen. All rights are reserved. ____________________ The first thing to keep in mind is that you're attacking something that's dead. Caput. So, don't presume this exercise is...
I slept upon on the stone altar of Banius, naked and alone. I had gathered my lush red hair behind my back to cradle my lithe, limber body. I could sense him even in my sleep. He was watching my rounded breasts rise and fall as I took slow, deep breaths. Curiously and cautiously, he ventured closer. His eyes scanned the altar, making certain I had no dagger...
I'm an athletic and fun-loving guy in his mid-20's, average height and weight. Trim and good-looking, I'm a pro shoot wrestler, and it shows in my lean, muscular build. I've recently married the love of my life, a beautiful mixed martial artist. My wife is just a couple years younger than me, and a perfect blend of cute and sexy. Though she trains hard at th...