If you asked me if I felt bad about lying to both of the men I cared about, I'd have to say yes, but, at the same time, Tatsumi made me the happiest girl alive. Knowing she loved me made it okay for me to not only work but breathe and be myself again. For the longest time, I felt as if I had lost who I was. Gone were the scowling faces and haunted broken ey...
How the hell did I get here? The question entered my mind as if making a final plea for my return to morality as I watched Sire's head move stealthily between my legs. His hands were planted on my breasts, massaging them firmly as he rolled my stiffening nipples under his palms. I opened my mouth to speak, but could only gasp in surprise, as he tasted my cl...
There are few feelings more suffocating graduating from college, returning home, and facing the prospect of grinding out the years in the middleclass mediocrity of small-town America. Or so I thought. I had dreams to be a writer and to live the life of an artist. Which is to say, I was jobless, and found few sympathies among the residents of Minnetonka, Minn...
Cinematic female-to-male impersonations have usually been meant to fool the characters on-screen but not the audience, which is typically in on the ruse. Critics have often raised the question of whether a woman can play a mature man with enough conviction to deceive the other characters (except in farce). Indeed, girls and women have more often been deploye...
I feel my nerves start to crawl. Did I really want to do this? Before I can back out, I knock on the door. They are expecting me and it is too late now. I couldn't even run to escape. They know. The door opens and I am asked in. Is it the last question I will hear for the day. The logistics and specifics are discussed; then fun begins. Before I can even st...
Moving in while the elevator was being fixed would usually be an omen for her, but she was two excited that she was getting the last of her things up to her new place. The walk up the stairs couldn't bruise her excitement. The last bit of kitchenware and then everything things would be in her place. She could repeat that phrase in her head over and over agai...
The sharp, violent sound of the whip against her pussy echoed through the room, immediately followed by her muffled screams and heavy panting. She writhed in pain for a few moments before quiet was restored in the dim concrete basement. The only other noticeable noise was the quiet chime of the chains holding her hands up toward the ceiling. She knew there w...
"Is that tattooed bitch awake," the female voice asked. "I'm not sure," Tyler replied. "Well find out," the female voice snapped back. Alex couldn't see in the dark. She knew the tape had fallen off her eyes, but not her mouth. She heard the woman's heels click as they approached her. Suddenly a beam of light appeared and shone upon her face. She could ba...
All day at work you're feeling nervous, because today is the day. As soon as you clock off you're heading down to see Roman, your incredibly talented Russian tattooist to put the finishing touches to the masterpiece taking shape on your back. It's a huge Chinese dragon coiled and intricate, covering the best part of your back. You'd spent a couple of hours w...
I'm fascinated by the fact of creative repetition; in fact, I envy it and aspire to it. It's a curious thing about art and stories that appeals to me, so I will try to explain. When I was a kid, I got my first viewings of the James Bond movies "The Spy Who Loved Me" and "Moonraker" one weekend, back-to-back. There was a big snow out, I think either school w...