There is no such thing as the perfect submissive. There's no such thing as a perfect Domme for that matter either. There is, however, a symbiosis, a precious and delicate balance, an equilibrium that can only be achieved between Domme and sub, involving owner and pet that transcends all other relationships. No vanilla/romantic relationship can compare to the...
This is a journey through the intricate channels of a woman's mind. It is also the other side of the stories, 'Tradition and Triumph' and its sequel 'Tradition and Triumph Again'. The reader is advised to read these first. They are more in line with typical steamy prose. This is an examination of a woman's sexuality through a story. ***** We were living...
Please let me know what you think of this tale, feedback is what pushed me to finish it. Did it make you rock hard? Soaking wet? Or did it make you yawn, or angry? Let me know, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did... Our small kitchen was a bustle of activity, my own rushed, anxious movements contrasting with Hanna's relaxed calm. She sat down at the s...
[All characters in this story who are involved in serious sexual situations are at least 18 years old - PS] We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Christine stared at her computer screen, searching for inspiration. She had extracted this quote from the...
Sadie licked the last of Miss Maple's envelopes. "Are you done, dear." Miss Maple, a six foot two Jamaican woman and Sadie's typing teacher asked her. "Yes, Miss Maple. I really appreciate you giving me the work." Sadie said gratefully. Money was tight, and she didn't want to work part-time and screw up her business college scholarship. Miss Maple had neve...
Note: I cannot give this to a beta reader first. It is too intimate. It would be like giving a virgin to a stranger, the day before her wedding. The comma's will have to be good enough. I study. I learn. I will get it right. My mistress demands it. * I am Molly J. I'm a persona. I was created to serve my mistress. I serve my mistress well. I obey her in al...
"P-please, Dee..." the older man, said, pleading with Dee, his eyes brimming with tears. Simone and Sheila stared at the tube around General Vidalia's quivering, horribly erect penis. "So he can't go pee-pee until you tell him he can, eh, Deirdre?" Simone asked, chuckling. "Well, Norb has a real authority problem, Simone" Dee said, her eyes sparkling....
An historical mystery written by request of my editor. August 1098 "God's Wounds, it's hot!" The grizzled soldier removed his leather cap and mopped his brow with a filthy rag. His younger companion at the sentry post nodded by way of reply. Below their vantage point in the gatecastle, the city sprawled, baking in the heat, although it lacked an hour to...
OWL -- Tuesday Noon The day was warm. The sky was a clear blue with a few wisps of clouds here and there. The humidity was thick enough to cut with a knife. The dirt road was dusty. There was opposing foot traffic, both human and animal dodging its way on the road. Going down from the road on the right was a near sheer drop of nearly 1,000 feet. On the left...
Author's note: The protagonists of this story, Rebecca Eriksson-Garner and Sarah Garner-Eriksson, already featured in my stories "The 14th anniversary", "My beautiful sub(missive)" "Sarah acts out" and "Choosing Corner time", This is just another vignette about their life together and their love. A warning: The setting of my world may seem real enough and th...