Friday morning. Happy birthday. Nothing like being eighteen. Again. After slowly waking up to the third round of the snooze button's blaring of the morning show, I decided that I didn't feel any different than the day before. No miraculous reversion to my former condition. I was going to have to face this damnable coming of age ceremony head on. The first...
There's hardly any graphic sex here, so if that's your cuppa you should probably read something else. I'm not opposed to erotic scenes, mind you, I just can't write them worth a tinker's damn. I know I could ask for help, but my first two experiences asking established authors for editing guidance were enormously frustrating. The first never answered and a...
Whap! I wasn't expecting it, and the slap caused me to stagger back, my ears ringing. "What the hell was that for?" I shouted. Wait, I need to go back a few weeks and explain a few things, or this won't make any sense. I entered the house from the garage and walked into our kitchen shortly after 4:00 in the afternoon, when I usually get off from work. The...
The late spring sun came through the window, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air currents. Cindy, my wife of three years, and I were recovering from a lazy afternoon lovemaking session. She tousled the thick hair on my chest, then lowered her lips to my nipple and suckled gently. "Are you thirsty, honey?" I joked. She raised her face and grinned...
It took close to an hour to get the hair ready. Every morning. I always had to take a shower - most girls didn't wake up each and every day with cum in their hair. Shampoo and oceans of conditioner. I only went to the salon once or twice a week. Most days I'd have one of my 'sisters' help me blow dry it, usually Anong. If they were too busy, though, it took...
I'm putting this is in the BDSM section, so if you want ice cold dehumanization and extreme humiliation you only need to hit back to browse through hundreds of stories about that kind of thing. If you're looking for a romance flavoured with frequent missteps, D/S, and lots of light BDSM (gradually getting a little bit heavier as the chapters go on), then get...
***I almost laughed when I found this - right up until the point where I remembered that I'd never done anything with this one because I could never categorize it to my satisfaction. What's so tough, you ask? You see any category here called "Adventure"? ~shrug~ Neither do I. The first three chapters don't have any sex at all in them. The rest? I went...
Megan struggled to make it to the end of the hallway while balancing the full breakfast tray. Not only had adding her captor's desired amount of creamer brought the coffee's level to the brim of the mug, the chain linking the leather cuffs on her ankles only allowed for about 18 inches of movement. It also would have been easier to hold the tray by the edges...
Ballet One I'd taken up classes when I was 5 years old. My beautiful mother, Natalya, was an émigré from Russia and had trained at the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow. Then, on a tour in the 80's to Canada she had defected; not because she hated the Soviet system but because she met my father Andre, a Quebecer. He was a dancer too, but had decided to leave the pro...
CHAPTER 3: HOUSE CALLS Megan awoke the next morning to the sound of the ring tone on her cell phone. She rolled over, saw it was 8:45 a.m. Her mom was calling for a video call. Groggy, she sat up in bed and answered the phone, her mom smiling back at her. "Good morning honey," her mom said, smiling. "Sorry to call so early. I figured you wanted to sleep i...