Chapter 12: First Night's Bite The house of my Mistress had two floors, a gabled roof, porch and attic. i'd soon discover it had a dungeon too. It was painted in shades of gray and not easy to see in the light of a moon and stars now blocked by trees. We were in the middle of the country, surrounded by nature and i felt out of place. The night air may have...
~ J A C K S O N ~ ~You would think you'd feel degraded, not able to speak up about what you think, but it doesn't seem to bother you. You seem to do a lot better when you don't have the option of speaking for yourself, in fact.~ When I first met my little puppy, he was hardly docile. He was a brat, pure and simple. If he didn't get his way, he'd whine, ho...
It was Tuesday, and everyone knows that Tuesday is a great day to buy books. I am what some would call a bookworm, others would just say I have a rare form of LOCD, literary obsessive compulsive disorder. By my own account, I am a collector. My house is my evidence; it is full of books. I own fifteen four-shelf bookcases. My coffee table is made of books and...
-You want some coffee? she asked. -Sure, I answered. She made some Senseo. Not my favorite, but still. She sat on her padded chair. I sat across from her on her couch, which had two Saturday newspapers spread out across the rest of it to my left. -Cheers! We both sipped hot coffee. She lit up a cigarette. I didn't smoke, and I wasn't so glad of smelling...
This story is the follow up to It's Just Sex - Part 1. Again all true, and appreciate any comments/feedback. Hope you enjoy. The next day is oddly enough, completely normal. I have a 9:30a.m. meeting with Erika as my co-lead. I sense nothing from her; she isn't rude or cold, it's just as if last night never happened. I accept that I had an amazing night of...
Kelly, my best friend since grade school, didn't know what she was letting herself in for when she asked me to arrange her bachelorette party. I confess that I was a little jealous of the blonde bombshell. I sometimes wonder why a drop-dead gorgeous babe like her would want to hang out with me. I'm not exactly chopped liver, but I'm sure not in her league. T...
Disclaimer: this is a fictional writing. Do not contact me to apply for this position. It does not exist! * Single white female seeks single white male (or white male/female couple) who would like a permanent live-in "pet". Age, appearance, and body type of applicants will not influence my decision. Location is limited to the lower 48 states, as I will n...
Prologue Its hard to say what turned Lynnette Mayfield into the all consuming, domineering, super-bitch that she is today, but suffice to say that her first word was "Mine " and it is just as likely to be her last as well. From an early age, love for her didn't mean affection, or kindness, or gentility. It meant complete submission to her and her will, to...
My wife and I have always used the idea of a three-way or a lesbian encounter as part of our foreplay. Well, maybe I have, and she probably just humored me. I don't know why, but the idea of my wife being pleasured by someone else has always turned me on. I think that I just want to see her pleasured, and in most of my fantasies, I am removed from the action...
Rebecca sits at the little table in the coffee shop quietly for a moment, pondering what Deborah said about being a slave to Lilith. She feels compelled to help Deborah, but isn't sure that Deborah truly understands what being a slave to someone, anyone, means. Rebecca looks down at the little woman kneeling on the floor at her feet. "You must realize that...