Y.Z.: I'm such a sucker. Can't even believe the words I tell myself half the time. I let you back in my life and it eats at my heart and my mind. Randomly bursting into tears because of the frustrations of letting you make all the decisions in our complicated relationship. I told you I gave up on you a year ago, gave up on my dream of ever being your play t...
IMPORTANT NOTE TO READERS! - As an official disclaimer, it must be noted and strongly emphasized that no sexual relationships between "underage" individuals and adults—either consensual or non-consensual—ever actually takes place within the descriptions and the general narrative of this literary work. As you read this story, you will come to realize that the...
XXIX Life was certainly changing at Emma and Charlotte’s flat. Emma and Maisie had at last found a house in a quite well-to-do part of the city, and had moved out to live together there. Emma seemed quite reluctant to move to somewhere so expensive, saying that it tied her more than she wanted to the kind of income she was now bringing in; but Maisie was in...
For my beautiful wife I may be writing this out of my own madness. Perhaps this is some pathetic cry for help. Or better yet, maybe this is simply to serve as a warning for others that may be subject to obsession. Not your ordinary obsession over owning a possession or completing some meaningless task. No, this is a different kind of obsession, one that tak...
As the night grew later and the red that was seeping into your cheeks began to fade I realized it was never going to happen. So long have I wanted to touch you, to feel you skin that I have moved past longing and ventured into obsession. But tonight isn't the night I tell you, so I laugh at your jokes and listen to the story of you most resent heartache unti...
Well. Thanks for visiting again. I'm sorry if last time got a little intense - not hot - just intense. I've been in low spirits lately. They're treating me alright here, I guess... but my therapist is still pushing for me to let go of Cordelia. Let her go. Like holding onto her will change anything in my world. Letting go of her, though... that means movi...
On many occasions in my life I have pondered a particular question that remains unanswered or at least is not answered satisfactorily. I've often heard people ask the question 'Why do I have a fetish?' and this is invariably an objective question looking for an explanation of individual behaviour. Most responses fit into a few obvious categories -- because y...
He covered my eyes with the red velvet blindfold, His hands lingering in my hair, caressing the back of my neck before moving to the corset style ties of my gown. With deft fingers, He loosened the gold laces and the velvet and chiffon gown slid down my body to pool on the floor. I stood naked, bare of all, save for stockings and heels. In my mind I coul...
I first saw her in the Uptown section of Minneapolis. Her looks got to me, what more can I say? She had strawberry blonde hair, cut short, but with what seemed the potential to be wavy if she'd let it grow. Her nose was slightly too big for her face. Her skin was pale. And she had the body of a runner or dancer. Lithe and graceful. Minneapolis is full of att...
Our 2nd visit to a swing club *** Patti called and invited us for a weekend the following month, "Club 51 is having a leather party, they are so much fun." I told her, "we don't have anything leather other than a jacket." "Don't worry. We'll take care of that when you get here." We agreed to go, sounded like fun. It was late friday evening when we got...