This short story is part of a longer story I hope to write someday. I just wrote it, and so it might have a few mistakes, but I hope you all can forgive me. And yes, although the story is written from a first person male perspective, I was that girl once, but had never dared to ask. To me this is the road not taken. And oh, all fictional characters in thi...
It was my good friend, Kara's boyfriend's birthday and a big group of us were heading out for a night on the town. I didn't really know her boyfriend, Levi, very well but I was in dire need of a night out. Before running out the door for my taxi, I gave myself a once over. I'd gone for a short black skirt, with a black scoop neck top that showed off my ample...
I vaguely remember the throws of lusty sex. An intertwining and collision of skin, forces pushing, pulling and rolling. The images of it floated to and from me like misty clouds passing by one another; ethereal, fleeting. Some combination of sleep and booze rendered it all surreal. A dream to be sure but far more satisfying. It was... in fact... more. So...
He walked into the room where dinner was already waiting for him. He had requested that I leave my face natural, with no make up, and to wear something light and pretty. I stood there wearing a black dress with small flowers on it trimmed in black lace with nothing underneath. I was so excited to make dinner for my Dom. To be able to cook for him, serve hi...
Author's Note: While this is a stand-alone story in its own right it is also a sequel to the story "Hypnotizing Cara" and so may make more sense if that is read first. As always, any feedback or comments will be gratefully received. There was a definite swagger in Dylan's step as he approached Cara's house. This was only to be expected though as fortune...
The classroom was filled with mostly sultry, rebellious, punk and goth young women ranging in age from 18 to 25. They were clad in copious amounts of leather and chains and too-little spandex, had ample piercings and tattoos, and each one of them had a sour expression on her face. None of them wanted to be here, but it was better than prison. A matronly old...
The phone ringing startled me. When I picked it up, I was pleased to hear Suzanne’s voice on the other end, asking me if I would like to go shopping this afternoon. Usually, my afternoons with Suzanne centered around me blistering her bare bottom in my apartment in a variety of positions, so I agreed, looking forward to an afternoon out. She was happy I had...
She watched him enter the tavern from the corner of her eye. Tristan was not a man to be trifled with. His rough demeanor and rippling muscles only added to his superior title. Nevertheless, Isolde's heart sped up in anticipation as he neared the bar and took a seat. She set down the glass she'd been mindlessly cleaning for the past five minutes and walked d...
My relationship with Stacy started out simply enough, we had both just come off long relationships with other people, and she was engaged to be married. We were a little reluctant to start with because she is black and I am white, and we both seemed to be worried about what people might say. However, we were such good friends and obviously very attracted to...
When my Mistress and I arrived at the party, other slaves led me to a dressing room. I disrobed, and they chained my wrists together in front of me. The light chain went from the left wrist, around the back of my neck, to my right wrist. The chain was locked at each of my wrists, and around my neck. I couldn’t completely extend my arms. My ankles were chaine...