I heard a dog bark in the distance. A chink of light came around the edge of the blind as the sun rose for the start of another day. As it climbed a little more, patterns of light danced on the wall until a single strong beam was cast on the wooden crucifix that hung directly opposite the end of my bed. Another day! But this was no ordinary day -- it was th...
Elevator music took over Carly's senses. It was a subtle smooth jazz explosion in her ears. Some sax, some drums, some... "Oh no!" Carly grabbed the railing. "What?" She spotted her first glimpse of true concern in Amber's eyes and felt the air shift with the attention of the other occupants. "They're playing Sade's Smooth Operator." Carly grew more a...
Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old. If there was ever a Mother's boy it would be Darren Jones. His father left the family eighteen years ago when Darren was only days old, and was never heard from again. Darren's main influence had been his mother Betty. Betty was an old fashioned woman with undoubted stern ideas about raising her only son. Sh...
I know that this genre may not be suited to all readers, please feel free to skip the story and find another, thanks. ***** He waited; kneeling, blindfolded, hands locked behind his back, collar on, otherwise nude. Several times he shifted his stance as he waited. He was told to be in position by 6 pm and they only arrived home around seven. This did giv...
When I was 20 years old, I went with my parents to a dinner at the home of my father's college roommate. They hadn't seen each other in close to 10 years and over dinner both my mom and dad, who met as freshmen at Penn State, engaged the old boy in a steady round of college stories. As a sophomore at Penn State myself, all of their antics seemed rather tame...
He put his one hand on his kneeling buddy's shoulder, and the other on my neck, caressing me, rubbing up to my cheek, pressing his thumb to my lips. I hardly knew what I was doing. Somehow it seemed perfectly natural to open my mouth for him, letting him push his thumb in. "Oh my," Evan said, in kind of a half-laugh, half-sneer. He looked down at Roger, who...
Stiletto heels clacking, hugging a tablet computer to conceal the jiggle of her D-cup breasts, Brandee Coleman hurried down the hallway toward her office. She could feel the pale skin of her face and neck flushing with arousal. She was agitated and craved privacy. Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her des...
The boy found himself squatting, not kneeling nobly, or standing strong like a man, but squatting, naked and uncomfortable on a little wooden stool. His knees had been drawn up and cuffed to the harness that crisscrossed his chest, his arms wrapped around them and cuffed securely as well. Hours had passed it seemed, since he had been left here in the dark be...
1. The flesh-merchants drove their caravan up the narrow bridge to Ynis Rosa, and the Mistress waited. She stood upon the headland, hooves planted firmly on the cobbles, black dress billowing in the sea-wind, flanked on either side by men in armor girt with swords. Their armor—chain hauberks over boiled leather, crested helms that hid their faces—was pai...
Ciara stared across the hall at the new boy. He was fiddling with his locker, back to her. Ciara was already determined to be the first one to screw him, her being the class whore and all. As soon as he looked as though he was about to close his locker, Ciara walked quickly across the hall. She walked right up next to him as he closed his locker and said, "E...