He could do anything he wanted. With a wave of his hand he could own and home in the city. He could own the city itself. The world itself. He could make people worship him like a God. Like the only God. Well, more like the Devil really. Gods were pretty bland. But if he were to suddenly make everyone a mindless **** things would get pretty boring pretty quic...
Yesterday. Oh for the Gods yesterday. The drive down there was so intense once again. My foot sensing my desire and anticipation easing its way towards the floor again and again. My mind struggling with these same desires forcing my foot to lift time and time again. Control is all at these times, and yet it is so hard to get a hold of when it is pure anticip...
Write a queer character in control of those around them. Mechanics of said control could be anything, from realistic hypnosis to magical powers. When you create a protagonist, they should have a coherently queer identity (gay, bi/pan, trans, non-binary) and also have a coherent amount of control. Power sets should hopefully not change dramatically all the ti...
Author Notes: I've been away from this site for about 9 months now, admittedly I've lost since lost track of where I was with my other projects and the various routes and loops I'd created, I decided during that time to see if I could write something that was a bit more linear, without choices and yet.....still captivate. The character depicted here has been...
It was a dream, no a nightmare... no just a dream, a little bad, but nothing terrible, No one died in the dream, no burning buildings or earthquakes, hurricanes or tidal waves. You might call it comedy, but I always felt it was a bit tragedy, I mean you live your life in search of something and then you finally achieve all your dreams and you're left with n...
With the tv still running in the background, you trail me to the bedroom. I keep looking over my shoulder to judge your interest, but needn't have been too concerned. Your interest is evident, much to my delight. Well, the fun's not over yet, and I smile to myself. I know you think the trapeze is a great idea - I do, too, but reality has intruded and that...
Once upon a time there was a Genuinely Naughty, Tenderly Sneaky, Intensely Persistent, Totally Non-Creepy Stalker. His name was Dill. Or Tom. Depending on who was asking. One day, while he was on HotOrWhat? trolling for pretty women to stalk, he came across a picture of Princess Ginger. Then he came again. And then he clicked Yes, to indicate that he would...
Of such is a relationship made. I'm prone, or almost so, my hair tickling my shoulders and brushing my cheeks as he moves me and moves over me. I stop studying my manicure and thinking what shade of polish to use next time and listen to him. The noises he makes fascinate me. One could call it grunting with effort with the odd gasp of pleasure and exertion....
Collin dumped half a bottle of water on his head and used his hand to disperse it through his hair to give himself a 'sweaty' look. It was a good look and the crystal droplets on his tanned skin looked great. He ran his hands through his hair again and climbed up the stairs, taking his place on the platform. When the music came on, he started to move but pau...
A week had passed since that delicious teasing and now I was going back out to his house where we'd be alone for a few hours to finish what we started. We met again at the train station, but this time we knew what to expect, and we didn't make any stops on our way to Bobby's bedroom. In fact, we were already kissing and pulling clothes off as soon as we made...