For many years, I have visited the small town of Perrington, Massachusetts. The town is quaint in its ways, with remnants of the 19th century in its town square. My favorite aunt lives here. Since I went to college two years ago, I haven’t seen her, so I decided to make a surprise visit. This little trip ended up being something much more than I had original...
It is the late 19th century and the vampire Angelus was walking the dark, foggy streets of London. He was dressed in his usual fashion of a gentleman in a suit of black, white shirt and cravat with trim of crimson and with a sweeping cloak wrapped about his broad shoulders. Angelus was looking for some sport this night after he and his lover had had another...
"My heart is broken." She said into the phone. The only response was the drone of the dial tone. He had long since hung up. "I don't know how I am going to survive this. I hurt so bad." She continues to talk. "I can say this to You, knowing that You can't hear me. You were my first — my first Master, my first lover to take me to the dark places I craved. Wh...
Typically I would wear a skirt without panties. As I was getting dressed and feeling too sexy already, I figured wearing some might tame my instincts around the handsome men at the gathering. I slipped into a favorite lace bra and held the matching panties in my hand as I walked half-naked around my room. With a blouse selected, I put the panties down to but...
He could tell you were restless. You had that pent up energy that needed its release. As his slave and fuck-slut he had come to know your moods. And the mood you were in could only be improved if you had quantities. Today he had caught you fingering your twat while sitting on the toilet. You tried to disguise what you were doing by pissing. Sir James just h...
Shit, little girl... What would I do to you? Hmm.... Well, I guess that would depend on the amount of time in which I had to do it! But, since this is MY fantasy, you're desires/wishes don't really mean a darn thing, do they? OK, it's a dark and stormy night and we're stranded in a big, deserted, old, Victorian mansion. There are no people within a hundred...
When I was in the last year of upper sixth I was obsessed with my maths teacher, Katherine Greene. She stuck out from a crowded bookshelf of worn out doctors and department heads that gathered dust in the staff room, dunking their Rich Teas and moaning about their subsidence and grandchildren. Katherine was in her forties, but she had the figure of a thirty...
As if she were a cat, Amanda arches her back and stretches her arms forward along the cool, blue satin sheet, her small rear high in the air. She smiles as the smell of freshly brewed coffee reaches her nostrils. "Mmmm, that was fun," she thinks to herself as she brings herself up from the cat stretch to a kneeling position. Beep! Beep! Beep! The insistent...
I walked into the hotel room. My eyes surveyed the room scanning over the bed, the chair and the desk trying to imagine all the playful possibilities my Dom and I could have. My Dom walked over to the chair and sat down. He told me to come to him, but to crawl on all fours. I took off my scarf and knelt down on the floor. I crawled, like the pet that I am, o...
Sliding the key into the door of the hotel room I hear the latch click and the door opens stepping inside slowly. The room dark, bright streaks of light stream through the edges of the curtains allowing a little light into the room, but I set my bag down and stand quietly as the door closes behind me allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. I...