It was my girlfriend's birthday; to her nothing was more important. She loved the attention, she loved getting gifts, the dinners, the cake, she loved it all. In the three birthdays we have been together, I have learned each year needed to get better. The first year we went to a nice dinner, we got a steak and seafood dinner right on the river, we could see...
Bonnie didn't know why He put her in the box. Normally He used it as part of her conditioning. Did He think she needed a refresher? A stream of questions began running through her head. He built the Sensory Deprivation Box off an experience he had back when he had had a cast on his arm. When it was removed, his arm was very sensitive to the touch. The sligh...
The author VirriV requested feedback on his story Savages. I thought VirriV wasn't successful in getting across his main character Veer as he wanted to get him across. I thought about re-writing part of the scene to show him hopefully how to do it better. Eventually, I decided it would fun to just re-write the scene and publish it. This is nothing like any o...
I sit across from her nursing a beer and watching as she wipes away the condensation from her glass. She asked if we could meet up and hang out. I suggested my place for convenience and of course discretion, but was met with resistance. Perhaps it was a bit presumptuous in hindsight. I'm not even entirely sure what I am doing fanning this flame, I just canno...
My college was over and I had to head back to my village. It was disappointing since my village is not a happening place. It's filled with stereotypical Indians with their "Culture" and "Values", in short "No more pussy for poor Akshay Kapoor". Deep sigh. Two months had passed since I was back. I was desperately trying to find a job somewhere in the city. A...
The game is in full swing, when she sits at the table. All those sitting at the table stare at her with both lust and anger. This is a poker game for dominants only and this girl, who claims to be a submissive, is asking to play. Doesn't she know the stakes for this game happens to be submissive slaves? As usual, she doesn't care and demands to play. The gi...
This is my first post. I all of the sudden felt compelled to write. There is no one here to judge me and as I struggle though some challenges, writing helps me exorcise. Please read my bio for some much needed context. Thank you. FIRST STRIKE THIS EXPERIENCE BEGAN HERE I had seen it in a movie once, though I cannot recall where. A woman, blindfolded a...
Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
This is purely an experiment to get writing. I do not know where this story will evolve. It is something of a break from the massive series which I am also working on... but more of a forgivable weekly sprint to see where a story will take me. My goal is to publish every week. It's my challenge. This is not really a novel, although I do have a plot with a...
The classroom was filled with mostly sultry, rebellious, punk and goth young women ranging in age from 18 to 25. They were clad in copious amounts of leather and chains and too-little spandex, had ample piercings and tattoos, and each one of them had a sour expression on her face. None of them wanted to be here, but it was better than prison. A matronly old...