This semi-autobiographical short is dedicated to my Master, best friend, lover and partner in honour of one of our special songs. While not exactly accurate, it parallels a real-life Sunday morning spent in His arms, except my humble words never do those moments with Him justice. *** Frejya watched the gentle rise and fall of His chest. The sound of His s...
"Thank you for using me sir," she smiled up at him and licked the residue of urine from her lips before opening her mouth wide for him to press his now hardening cock into her eager fuck hole. "You're very welcome pet," he said obligingly and grasped her hair using it to tug her face against his groin. "Very welcome indeed." She felt the head of his cock p...
Alice is restless, peering through the curtains in search of the postman. She's ordered a surprise for her husband, Jason; a little mail order fun inspired by her recent reading of '20 Shades of White with a Hint of Peach', or some similarly racy title. "Brown paper packages tied up with, sticky tape these are a few of my favourite things," she sings softly...
My third day in PC dawned sunny and cold, again. My usual breakfast was on the table down in the diner before I could even wiggle my fingers at that nice looking man who ran the place, Mike Corbin. Rumors have it he is related to Sonny Corinthos but I am not one to listen to rumors. So I asked him. "Yep, that's my son. I'm rather proud of him." "Oh? Is he...
Dear Shoeblossom, As an artist of sorts, I remember reading that the writer William Burroughs spent his final years, after his debacles in New York and Tangier, in very quiet Lawrence, Kansas. It wasn't as exciting as Mexico, where he'd shot Mrs. Burroughs' head off while playing "William Tell" with a martini glass so precariously placed...but it was time...
She lay there, wrists bound together with a soft, silky rope and tied to the bed frame. A blindfold shrouded her sight in darkness, leaving her only to concentrate on what she could feel. A bright red ball gag sat tightly strapped between her lips. Effectively silencing her, an occasional moan or muffled response to pain was all that was able to escape. H...
Note: This is a fictional hunt and capture fantasy erotica that includes elements of consensual non-consent. Her body was sore, painful and cold. However, the suffering was far from over. Once inside, her Master locked the door and unclipped her cuffs, pulling her over his knee. She hung over his legs, her arse lifted into the air as she leant her weight on...
I wanted to write a quick note to apologize for falling off the literary face of the planet. Please be aware that there are minor future plot spoilers (of a sort) contained herein as I outline what's been going on, and where I've been thinking of taking things. Continue at your own discretion! ***** It's been a year since I banged out four Chapters of The...
We'd been swimming down in the river, under the bridge, me and Mark. A few flirtatious splashes, some underwater teasing and I was besotted. We climbed out of the water and slowly walked back to his home under the scorching July sun, sopping wet. I dried off alone in his shower room. We weren't together so it wasn't like we needed an excuse to be separated....
10 implements. 60 minutes. 6 minutes with each tool. His hands. Wooden & acrylic paddle. Rubber paddle. Three types of perspex cane. Metal cane. Light-up drumstick. Two types of flogger. I lay face down on the bed, breathing deeply, my muscles trembling and fluttering beneath my skin as the anticipation built in my mind. The toys were laid out on the bed,...