Cally rushes from the station, she knows she isn't exactly late but she also knows being on time could make all the difference. She still can't quite believe that she, Cally has been hand picked by one of Ms. Wittmore's 'Scouts'. He had seemed just a normal guy, nothing about him had stood out when she had been called over to dance for him. He had tipped p...
Author's note: Hi! This is the introduction to a story that will be heavily BDSM in nature, focusing on the main character's journey into the world of dominance and submission. This first chapter is sex free, but the next one will get into the action quickly. I hope you enjoy reading it! Thanks to ftw752 for his comments to help make this story better! *...
It's a sunny Friday afternoon in London and you're on your way to the gym to meet your friend Katy when you get a text on your phone. You read the text, it's from Andrew, a guy you sometimes talk to online. He's texted to tell you that he's at a conference in the city and wondered if you might be tempted out that evening. He offers to treat you to a meal. H...
Other guys were more direct than the engineer at the convention, and younger, more suited to her than that late middle-aged guy. Akemi told me about one in his early thirties she met with friends at a bar who said he wanted to "light a bush fire" in her. She said he was just being a man, dumb, and was drunk and handsome, had a lantern chin and confident, p...
Sarah stared down at the burning corpse of the man, his soul consumed by Endogrev. She remembered vomiting the first time she witnessed Endogrev take a soul. Even though the demon described it to her before he did it, she never imagined the smell that went along with the act. Endogrev inhaled with pleasure upon finishing the soul, as he always did. He then...
Don't believe the stereotypes, ladies and gentlemen. Black cuckolds do EXIST. My name is Jeanette Langlois and I'm a woman of Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My mother, Annabelle Jean was Haitian and my father, Roger Langlois was white, of French Canadian descent. I guess that technically makes me mixed but I alway...
We met under unusual circumstances. I was out walking Fred, my Corgi, and had ventured fairly deep into the wild part of the city park when I saw her. She was sitting on a bench staring into space. She looked...disoriented. "Hello, are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound as gentle and solicitous as I could. Fred jumped up on the bench and nuzzled some cani...
EDUCATION It was my Aunt Lisa who turned me. The summer I turned 18, my mother sent me to stay with her for a while. Farm boy, gone to summer in the big city. Backwards, right? Totally. It was hot enough on the farm. Hotter'n a three-peckered goat in the city—as we'd say on the farm. But I was an underdeveloped pretty boy. Boys my age were spoiling to kill...
--Writer's notes— This is a rewriting of the Ch. 01 originally published. Huge thanks to BrokenBrumbyGirl for editing the story! English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any errors. This is my first time writing something, so don't expect a master piece. In the same line, I would welcome all the feedback that you can provide. I...
The leather chair wraps around her nicely and she takes a look around the empty apartment. Hayley knows she'll have to answer for how and why she's intruded on Kate's sanctuary. But since the other woman is acting like an overgrown child and refuses to speak to her, the woman figures it's about time they had the coming argument before Kate goes too far and d...