"The rules are simple." The lean, almost gaunt man rose from behind his desk and strode towards Claire. His manner and tone were not unkind. She had expected him to be more severe... more predatory... but he was simply matter-of-fact. He handed her something metallic. "The key to the front door." Claire didn't look at the key. She stuffed it into her coat...
Author's Note: Although you can enjoy the story as a stand-alone, I recommend reading the earlier chapters in order to get the context of this story. If you take the time to read my stories, please take a few more seconds to leave a comments and/or a vote. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy! ------------------------------------------- I was riding pr...
INTRODUCTION "Highwaymen" is a long and still developing story of a Master (who does not yet know he is such), and a slave (who thinks she is Mistress). It concerns their twin entwined journeys to full discovery of their true natures. It includes graphic sex and developing BDSM elements. Some people (my slave in particular!) would have me warn you that ther...
My Dad always told me, "You never dip your pen in the company ink well." Great advice and advice that I am glad I did not listen to this time. I own a restaurant and bar in a midsize Midwest town. My happy hour business had been dwindling and I needed something to boost it up. I needed a real good looking female bartender to work the afternoon and early ev...
“Angel, there’s Fedex for you.” And for a second you are numb. For a second the office fades away, and all of the world reduces itself to the envelope being held out to you. It is Him. You just know it. He needs you. With a less than steady hand you reach out and take the envelope, signing for it. When the courier has left your desk, you sit for a moment,...
He turned the key until he heard the click of the lock turning over and pushed the front door open. The entire house was dark, which was particularly odd because his girlfriend was usually up later than him on most nights. He kicked off his shoes near the door, dropped a bag of materials he had bought earlier in the night down on the kitchen floor, and laid...
As Mary walked through the front door of the art department building she kept telling herself, "It's just a job. You need a little cash for the upcoming holidays, and it is just a job." She made her way to the photography studies wing and found a small group of young women sitting and standing quietly. "Oh wow," thought Mary, "I didn't expect so many other...
About a year ago, my wife Rosemary and I went out with two of our friends to see a stand up comedian, an awesome local guy named Dick Edmonds. He's crude and sexist as hell, each joke topping the last, and during the show I looked over to Rosemary expecting her to give me the signal to leave, but she was actually laughing. I should say now that Rosemary is...
Sarah Outside Hardstorm: July 10th 2052 "What do you mean you have been bootlegging?" Amanda looked at Sarah stunned. "Well. It started a few years ago honestly," Sarah looked over at Amanda while she drove. Amanda was staring at her with those sharp green eyes. She had a few strands of her shoulder length black hair in her face. Sarah always thought th...
I do not write much in BDSM because I am still so new at it. Constructive comments are appreciated. I've been staring at the blank page for almost 20 minutes, watching the cursor flash – taunting me to write something with its impatient twitch. I'm almost scared to put it down in black and white – the dark, socially taboo feelings I've been having. But...