Edited by Spellslave * "It's no good, I have to go and I can't get out of it," Eddie practically whined in annoyance as he attempted to fix his tie, a thickset man with a rather plain face that didn't match his expensive designer suit Edward Black never quite matched and always seemed to be dressed in someone else's clothes. "But it's my birthday," Dawn p...
It's a warm spring evening on the beach. Not a sun-bleached, golden California strand, but a mottled grey Pacific Northwest beach—the silvery sand is mixed with galaxies of small rocks and stones, polished round and smooth by countless years of tumbling in the sleepless cold water. Large driftwood logs, stranded at some long-past high tide, form a palisade b...
I thought about Susan's "story" all day. While we were making love, I thought she was just telling a story – something we like to do, and take turns building the most erotic scenarios for each other. But her comment about going over to Allyson's made me wonder. I'd left for the office without waking her, although I was tempted to bring her coffee just so I c...
It was one of those days: One of those days where the in-box was bottomless and you just knew your job was secure because no one else was stupid enough to take on this much work. It was also one of those days that started with the best of intentions. You know what I mean. You get up early, pack your brown bag lunch, and vow to work straight through the day a...
Author's note: This is exploring what I think is a cool idea. It's mostly explored by tying as much of the rules and backstory as possible into sex, of which there is a lot. #### He was sitting at the same table, at the same café, for the third day in a row. He had a bland face that made him difficult to remember, but I reviewed all the players each day...
I don't quite know whether this is an essay or a poem. It is a not formal poetry, but neither is it a formal essay. It is a meditation, a musing. Some women do not seem to fully appreciate their own beauty and wonder - the loveliness of each of their parts. They wonder why men lust after what they may view as "gynecological." I do not think I can do total ju...
The night was crisp and clear, common for an October. Marcus peered into the still water of the Potomac, a thousand thoughts dancing through his head. He was, at first glance, an average man, 5'7", 170 lbs, brown hair and eyes, a standard profile of 80 percent of American men. At 35 he was looking to experience life, not just take it as it comes. A slight...
Perhaps you cannot hear anyone scream in space, but the silence that fills that void is deafening. An assault upon the eardrums greater than any high pitched expletive or mighty cannon roar. My head reverberated. Blood pounding twin staccato against my temples, rushing through the migraine narrowed passage ways with a ceaseless pressure born of despair. I w...
Dearest, I find myself at a loss of what to write to you. How can I put into words, the feelings you conjure, and the tantalizing visuals you produce in my head? How can I write a fantasy, knowing it will never be exactly what I want, because I orchestrate it, rather than we? When my lips brush yours, would you lightly stroke the nape of my neck with your...
Hi, my reader! This is my first chyoa game and even my first attempt to write in English. I want to make a really big chyoa from a consensual slave’s perspective, so I’d be very grateful for your feedback, be it comments, PMs or just likes. And now - have fun! Ok, this is really gonna happen. Something you dreamed of endless nights laying bound, gagged and d...