RichardGerald has published a fascinating yet frustrating short story here called "The Bridge". I've read it over and over already and can't stop thinking about it. Several other readers have commented it should be continued and some things made clearer. I am one of those folks. Only Richard knows what "the truth" is with his own characters. But to merely tr...
Dear readers, This is the last chapter in the Lyssa/Joanna saga. It occurs after Ken has gone to his 'reward' and can no longer abuse his wicked witches, but they can't seem to let his memory fade away. This isn't actually my chapter of the story although I am writing it. As I've previously mentioned, it comes from the imagination of my partner, TT. She c...
He paused and took a long, steadying breath while appreciating the magnificent scene she had prepared for him. She clearly possessed artistic talent and applied it to every aspect of her life with care - and this simple yet profound glimpse into her personality was intoxicating to him. He noticed she was perfectly motionless, waiting with exquisite patience...
I can hear him calling me. I know he is wondering where I am and why his meal is not on the table, as he expects it should be. Deep inside me, underneath the black leather, an excitement bubbles. It mixes with the familiar feelings of fear and the fading pain. Soon only the numerous bruises, that cover my body, will remain as testament to that pain. He has r...
Benedict had spanked me on Monday, neither of us had expected it to bruise as it wasn't a particularly rough session. A few hours later, I realized I had a polka dot pattern of bruises on the right side of my ass. See I'm a little OCD about some things and symmetry is definitely one of them. The spanking itself had been bad enough to be unbalanced, but the b...
Madison, I say to myself, this is crazy, just flat out crazy. How could you, a respected assistant DA in Los Angeles be in Tokyo to offer your body to a Japanese businessman you've never met? That is the angel talking on my right shoulder. The devil sitting on my left shoulder whispers seductively in my ear, "Madison, let yourself loose. You need some raw,...
Lloyd squirmed at the pole in a strange blend of discomfort and sexual euphoria, on an image flickering to life upon the screen before him, his mind fast reclaiming its lucidity from the waning drug. He fought with his own conscience as that lucidity only served to heighten his arousal, his boning cock betraying the undeniable pleasure that had been awoken b...
NOW With a sigh of comfort Penny slips deeper into the warm water and closes her eyes. Her fingers gently caress her body, sliding around her breasts, toying with her nipple rings before finding their way back to her lap. How long has she been made to dispense with the pleasure of touching herself there! It is a boon she has formerly taken for granted, befo...
"Anduin... is all of this true?" Velen asked, the shock plain in his purple eyes. The High King had returned to Stormwind ahead a literal army of draenei slaves yesterday and immediately sent for the prophet. As the leader of the draenei on Azeroth, his alter-ego on Draenor having sacrificed himself to cleanse K'ara, the same Naaru who was now linked and ens...
I look with wide eyes as it comes near me. I can smell the charred flesh in the air. The sick smell of burned hair. I feel it near my skin before it even touches. The already burned meat cries out in agony before it even gets close. My screams echo through the room. I clutch wildly at the sides of the table. I look to him shivering. I feel my tears runnin...