...the rattle of the buckle as she slowly attaches the leather cuff to her ankle sending a thrill through her, she closes her eyes a moment and enjoys that feeling...hands trembling she attaches a cuff to her other ankle, and matching ones to her wrists, enjoying the feel of the leather. Breathing deeply the smell, she murmurs softly to herself, a hand reach...
She stood quivering in the court. The long dark hairs of her innocent face sparkling with the chink of light bathing the defendants' dock. Guilty or not guilty? She was guilty, of course. The blameless persona was a front; much like the cute puppy cheekily hoping that their owner would not attribute culpability to them for the messy house. She tried to loo...
It was our first time and Carolyn barely new me. We had met about 1 hour before in the home of the Prime Minister's house, as we were both politicians and were meeting about the up and coming throne speech from our newly formed government. We talked before she knelt down, unbuckled my Giorgio buckle, and pondered the downside to fucking in the country's mos...
Kairi Yamada was an average woman in the twenty second century. She was a historian and professor, and found herself desperately attracted to one of her students, John Nordica. He had asked for her help after school and she tried her best to act like a teacher of the old world, level headed and clear minded. He towered over her despite her being ten years h...
It's morning. It's morning and the sun pours through the window into our tiny room. The light is split by the louver panes in the transom making polychromatic, rainbow tram lines, down the length of her languishing frame. She's unaware of it. Unaware and oblivious of this moment but yet she is part of it. The covers have come off her; she's grateful in the...
The sanctity of marriage can sometimes lull one into a false sense of security. Dullness can quickly become a by-product of such comfortable apathy. A friend of mine, who became stinking rich simply by renovating lawnmowers and calling them Classics Cutters, is a case in point. It transpired that his idea of absolute bliss was to watch the rugby on the telly...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** It looked like an ordinary well. Quaint but quite ordinary. An oak-pan...
Wei Li shoved eighteen-year old Chang Zhuo. Chang's back met the apartment complex's wall. Wei gripped Chang's throat with his bruised right hand. He said, "Thought I forgot where you lived all these years? That motherfucker friend of yours isn't here to protect you now, is he?" Chang scowled. But he did not have the courage to spit on Wei's face. Befo...
CHAPTER ONE - Claire steps out It was not something she could put her finger on. The what or the when. Gradually girls seemed to turn away from her. Invites dried up. No more shopping with her besties. No more whispers of friends and illicit liaisons. In fact Claire now got the feeling that she had actually become... the, focus of the gossip. It hurt, but...
Mistress Lucy looked like hell on heels to Martin Prince. The diminutive Chinese Dominatrix was wearing her highest pair of black, high-heeled boots and was striding towards him with evil intentions. Martin, an overweight solicitor in his mid fifties, was totally defenceless, his hands cuffed behind his back, a ball gag rammed in his mouth, on his knees invi...