The party was what it was, an office party. Despite this auspicious moniker, it was still quite something. Kara worked for a small but prestigious consulting firm, and tonight was sort of a congratulatory party. The firm, and in particular the division Kara headed up, had posted record profits and industry-leading numbers across the board. The higher-ups ha...
Amber stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towelling robe around her body. Her long blonde hair, darkened by the water hung down her back like a curtain of damp silk. In the mirror deep blue, almost violet, eyes looked at her, out of a lean, high cheek boned face. Her long fingers combed through the wet tresses, the action of lifting her arms pressing h...
There was just enough of a part in the curtains to let the daylight in and it hit exactly in my eyes. I looked at my watch and it was 8:30 Sunday morning. I must have really been tired or it was the Shiner beers followed by a couple of scotches that sealed my fate. After getting back from Jan's house, I returned to the Marriott and when straight to my room....
(Author's note: At the request of a fan, this is a companion to The Shaved Slave. It tells Susan's side of the events leading up to that series. Enjoy). My name is Susan, and I'm submissive. Oh, God. That's terrible. It sounds like a fucking twelve-step program, and I don't want to start with an impression that I think that there's something wrong with m...
Bobby found a note from his mother tacked to his bedroom door when he got up Saturday morning. "Mrs. Everett called and said she needs help with something," the note said. "She asked if you could stop over this morning." Bobby grew more than a little excited as he perused the note. It had been a quite a while since he'd had the opportunity to spend time wit...
Author's note: This is all lies. Enjoy! A few weeks after I graduated from college, shortly before I started life in the real world, I went to live with my grandmother for the summer. It's not like she was on death's door with a terminal illness or inoperable cancer, or that she was feeble or exceptionally lonely; it was a sort of family tradition to spend...
Ken Garcia had known Danita Mitchell for three or four years, but he hadn't really known her. Which is to say, he knew her because she dated and went to parties with men he knew, so he talked to her, but that was as far as it had ever gone. Ken had heard a little about her in that time, mostly from her. She dated in those four years three men whom he knew,...
When I woke many, many hours later, I was in bed with the covers tucked carefully around me. I was alone with a headache that surpassed anything I could remember. When the maid came to do the room, I asked her to tell the Manager to extend me for another night. I made it to the bathroom, threw up from the dizziness, drank as much water as I could hold, and w...
“So much more than just an apartment” I couldn’t get those words out of my mind all weekend. What in the world did she mean? All I wanted to do was rent an apartment. How could it be anything more than that? Maybe it was in a really great section of town or the building was fabulous. The paper said that the rent was $1200 so it couldn’t be a dump but it also...
Door #6 was ajar just as she said it would be. Her instruction was to arrive at 3 pm, walk in and find further instructions. She is Mistress Nikki, my goddess of love and lust. I met her online, called her for phone sex and then over time I fell deeply in love with her. From the very beginning I felt as though I were the only one in the world who mattered...