Roland is the one who suggested I write this. So for him I will. If anyone else had wanted me to tell you my story it would not be happening. Roland owns me, in more ways than one. This is not your standard Dom/sub relationship. It is a blend of business and pleasure. It did not start with me looking for a Master. My only child was in college. I had reuni...
Isabel had been waiting for a good few hours before she saw the incoming spaceship. A strange sense of excitement ran through her. She tried to tell herself it was because she would have some sort of company; but she knew it was because of the promise of being fucked. The experience with the Predator had made her hunger for more. Every time she closed her ey...
FRIDAY MORNING Cori woke up first, looking at the clock and seeing that it was about 7 a.m. She had two hours before she had to be at work and John had three. She noticed that John, like most men, had a healthy morning hard-on and decided to give him a friendly wake-up. Carefully pulling back the covers, she gently opened the fly to his boxers, letting his...
White cloth, ripped and stained, gave way to rough tugging. Big hands, pulling at her, bruising her flesh. They would use her, leave her bloody and mangled by the body at her feet. The cold bit at her bared flesh and she sought escape, deep within. Let them finish her. She didn't care. A memory came to her, giving some relief. Sarah's face, smiling and laug...
If you have read 'Just You and I Pt. 4' you know that she has just told her tormentor the story of her first time. I wanted to explore what it was like from Sam's point of view. I also really wanted to know more about Sam. I will continue both these story lines until they converge into one. I'm grateful for all of the thoughts and encouragement on the first...
Abel Miller checks his console when the vacuum klaxon finally cuts off, but there's still no advisory that it's safe to leave his quarters. The scientist had immediately contacted his wife when the breach protocol activated. He knew she was safe only a few doors down in one of the emergency crash couches. Resisting the urge to contact her again in case she h...
Copyright (c) 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. Writer's Note: Why does our society, which values professional counseling and training, leave sexual training to chance? What if inexperienced young men were mentored by sensitive mature women?...
I saw her coming toward the plane after I had secured the cooler in the rear seat. She couldn't be my angler, I was expecting a man. She was definitely headed for the plane and was carrying a rod case and a tackle box. She walked up and stood in front of me. "Are you Captain Tag Gordon?" "I am, and you must be Mack Anniston." "Correct." "Here, let me stow...
(This story is inspired by The Luther Vandross song of the same name.) What you are about to read is odd for me. As a rule I never try to post my stories to more than on site. This is a unique situation in that this is the first of two reprints of stories posted on another site. My thanks to my friend Isaac Newton for his editing and his challenging comment...
The girl came up to his door on a hot day that was like all the other hot days that had come before it and damn it he liked his days, hot or not, to be all the same. She knocked on his door. "What the hell do you want?" She knocked again. "I said what the hell do you want?" He peered out the hot glass at her form, smeared outline against the whitewashed...