Disclaimer: This is a personal story. Though it may sound ludicrous at times, it is true. I have changed all the names of the participants but mine, for the sake of privacy. I am not proud of it, but I will share it anyway. Comments are very welcome. Since English is not my native language please excuse some spots that might read awkward. ***** Hello, dea...
Author's note: I spent a lot of time this one, and it is mainly inspired by own views of submission (which im not quite sure if other people share). It is long, yes, but I feel that it has more of a realistic feel to it. It is very psychological (it that it delves into the thought-processes of a submissive) so if you're expecting clothes to be ripped off of...
Heath had found that his favorite form of pleasure was that inflicted upon himself by himself. Masturbation had become his more beloved lover and release of the magnitude of his sexual tension. However it was more than just playing with himself that satisfied his needs, it was the public displays of his desire that truly fueled his pleasure. He had always fi...
Marcus was reading in bed when his kingdom fell. It was over an hour past his bedtime, but the young prince wanted to stay up and finish his book by candelight. It was way too exciting a story to put down, all about a brave and noble lady knight who saved a peasant boy from the clutches of an evil sorceress. He had his heart in his mouth at the thrilling act...
I had always loved dogs growing up, especially puppies. I guess that's why things took the turn that they did with my first live-in boyfriend, Homberto. He was Hispanic and sexy, just the way I liked my men. He enjoyed my wide blue puppy eyes. I was using my thoughts to get what I wanted from him. I was begging him to take control of me as my master. I neede...
I hate men. Oh, let me explain: my name is Alexandra (Alex to my friends), and I'm a lesbian. I know that "I hate men" seems somewhat trite, but I really have not liked men since before my first heterosexual experience, and that left me disappointed, frightened, and a bit sticky. It was back in senior high school, and I had finally accepted a date with Bob...
Note: This is a stand alone story. Just one of the many short stories with in Random Bits. Multiple: Owner's Bitch No matter where he went she was there, ready to do what he wished. Does she love him? No, not in the way any regular person would view it. She only sees herself as alive when she is in his presence, doing as he wishes. Only then is she able to...
It's a typical weeknight. We retire to the living room after dinner to watch a little TV, enjoy an after-dinner drink and smoke, and chill out until bedtime. But tonight I see my lady slip away to the patio, pipe in hand, to enjoy a different kind of smoke. When she comes back in, I notice a change. A lassitude has overtaken her. Her eyelids are heavy and s...
This is a prequel to my recently published story "Too Good to Be True," featuring an episode of Michelle's criminal past. Careful though - it is a much darker tale than the original story. But rest assured that Michelle is alive and well :) Thanks a lot to Tristessa Howard for editing! * I was staring out of my tiny cell on the third floor of the Justice...
She wakes up after a restful sleep, the morning light streams through the bedroom window. For a moment she is disorientated and confused. She realises she is no longer wearing the blindfold and is grateful she can see again. She looks down, she is lying on a large cushion on the floor and is naked apart from a pair of mittens on her hands. Why didn't she sle...