I've never really been into dominance and submission, and even bondage is something I've engaged with only reluctantly. I don't like handing control of my body over to someone else. The idea of wearing a chastity belt for the pleasure of some 'Master' - or 'Mistress', for that matter - and begging them to unlock the belt so that I can finally achieve a long-...
Chapter 3 - The plan backfires I climb the stairs aware of someone behind me. I try to ignore them but feel a pair of beady eyes peer up at my hips and bottom as a saunter carefully up the stairs. I try to retain my modesty by holding my skirts flat. Outside the bathroom I heave a sigh of relief as if searching for sanctuary and open the door but the perso...
"I would rather go to a root canal than an office party," Dan told his wife when she finally got up the nerve to ask. "But you go and try not to get yourself fired. And if, I mean when, you drink too much, have somebody sober drive you home". Lisa pouted. "And when I get home, I suppose you'll want... something...?" "I just might, if I've been watching po...
Chapter 1, discovering my sexuality My name is Clover Moffatt, and my sexual awakening came late, at the hands of men who ought to have known better - namely Henry Jones, my elderly neighbour, and the Headmaster of my High School Jed Bonner. Frankly, I regard the whole Jed episode as being completely formative, and ruinous to my chances of romance. But I s...
MajOps B1: Blood and Fur Chapter 0 Noir, Sandbox, 2012 Stars glittered overhead like diamonds and it was dry here, the earth itself parched and my body echoed the feeling. Without moving my eyes from the target, I took a drink of water from my Camelbak. Someone, our medic I suspected, had tossed in one of the berry flavored electrolyte packets and I wrink...
Linc walked through the hotel room door, only pausing briefly on the threshold to compose himself. A brief scan of the small room showed Alex to be absent, and a similar look into the bathroom proved it empty as well. The lackluster walls seemed to emanate emptiness, seemed to give off a faint aura of abandonment that echoed the feelings banging around in Li...
Laura Jensen stared at the blank computer screen, her mind spinning with desperation. Write something! Anything! The black cursor kept blinking at her. Nothing came. She never had writer's block-never. Well, until her recent breakup with David. Even now, as she lifted her gaze to the gently falling snow out the window in front of her, she couldn't quite fi...
Mondays officially sucked. Melissa should've known today was going to be disastrous from the moment her stupid alarm clock went off, yanking her out of quite possibly the most erotic sex dream she'd ever had. She wanted to smash the damned thing into a million pieces for beeping just as Brandon Carter's fingers thrust deep inside her throbbing core. She cu...
To Recap: My relationship with my domineering boss had taken a turn for the interesting since the day I ordered him to service me in my office. Until that day I'd been a quiet, reserved and mousy creature at work, speaking up only when required by the demands of my position in the finance department. Now, when I looked in the mirror I saw my true self, a str...
The Brownstone was a late 19th century Victorian home made of wood called a Stick house. It had all of the usual looks of the storybook Victorians, including a steeply pitched gabled wooden shingled roof with overhangs; wooden shingles also covered the exterior walls; and in this case horizontal boards decorating the cladding and porch. It's the boards that...