"Stuart, would you like Jacques and I to be your Dominant couple? Just remember that my dear husband Jacques is Straight," Katrina Wong said, smiling. The forty-something, gorgeous Asian-Canadian lady, known in BDSM circles as Mistress Trina, leather-clad professional dominatrix, nodded almost imperceptibly at her friend Stuart. Earlier, they had a lot of fu...
I stood in the cold, waiting for them to arrive. I felt arms slide around my waist, a warm breath against my neck. My voice came out shaky as I trembled with fear. "Please, let me go." The person dropped his hands, stepped away. "I won't hurt you Jeanne." I turned slowly seeing a large, broad shouldered man. "I'm not Jeanne." "Oh, crap. I'm so so...
Just as you take my hand, Just as you write my number down, just as the drinks arrive, just as they play your favorite song. . . "You know Kris, I think Radiohead might be the greatest band...*inhale*...ever..." "Ha, yeah . . . *inhale* . . . don't I know it. They always make me feel better on shitty days. Just like . . . *inhale* . . . this . . ." Finall...
*Author's note: I've been asked many times where the name komrad1156 comes from and I've at least partially explained it each time I've been asked. I speak Russian fluently and my dad was born in November of 1956 and there you have it. My mother is Ukrainian. She emigrated from the Soviet Union in the 1970s during one of the large waves of Jews seeking to e...
Let me know what you all think! ------ Jasmine Ward sighed softly as she looked at yet another red dress. Of course, she was happy to be helping her best friend in the world look for bridesmaid dresses for her upcoming wedding, but she couldn't stop the longing she felt. Not so long ago, they had both been lamenting the fact that they were utterly alone,...
So this chapter continues the interview. And shows a bit more of Kayla and Dylan's relationship. * "Kayla Watson." He grasped her hand firmly, and she noticed how they seemed to fit nicely. "Alec Prescott." He released her hand and stared into her eyes. She cleared her throat. "It's a pleasure to be here for an interview." She said averting her eyes loo...
Megan Richards was in the middle of a dream... at least she thought it was a dream. She was soaring through clouds like a bird; only she couldn't feel the wind nor see the ground... nothing but clouds and blue, blue sky. Then a haunting guitar melody that she vaguely recognized began to play and she saw scenes from her life being reflected in the clouds. And...
I push open the door joining our rooms when I hear Sympathy for the Devil playing on the CD player. That's my signal. I wonder if he remembers what I told him about that song when we first started to flirt: that it was the theme song in my wickedest fantasy about him, the one where I really abuse him. The door creaks like an old rusty farm gate; after all,...
I. The streets were colored in the familiar hues of an early morning summer, the surrounding houses frozen in an aura of orange and yellow. How appropriate, I thought, considering my destination. More than any other day, it felt like life was on my side, showing me signs, pointing me in the right direction. Assuring me that I had made the right choice. I d...
For the record, this IS the final Chapter. I really hope everyone enjoyed reading it, as much as I did writing it. After 316 pages and 137,125 words, I think it's time to give my friend Kevin a break. Thanks to Dawn, Jaz, Tanja, and Misty for all your help with the novel. You are all truly gifted and it's an honor to call you my friends. Now let's find out i...