It's 4 o'clock and I'm off work early. Perfect. Just enough time to get home and get things ready for her. Two hours later she is walking up the front walk and stops at the door. On the door hangs a folded piece of paper with her name on it. She opens it. Inside she finds written instructions from me directing her to go in the house and put her things down...
I hear you. I smell you. I taste you. You are near, aren't you? The first orb has awakened me from my long slumber, a slumber that had been long and lonely. For hundreds of years, I have been patiently waiting, waiting to be reconnected with you as you had promised, sweet witch, and that promise has been the only blood that has kept my sleeping heart pumping...
I did not like hearing him speak of her a property but figured I could always get out of this if she needed to. I just knelt there waiting for what was next. I watched him smile at me and survey me. "Now I am not sure you are familiar with the teachings of the positions. I am not a cruel master, but I will have your attention and punishment comes swift if yo...
After their rather eventful dinner, Synthia was more than half-tempted to instruct the taxi driver to take the two of them back to their hotel rather than to the theater; she was still so aroused that what she really wanted at the moment was to be taken several times by her Master, the first hard and fast and explosive, and the second slower, lovingly, and m...
I like to write about actual memories. Things that have happened to me, and sometimes stories I have heard and I will elaborate on. The following was an actual occurrence that happened 10 years ago, between my husband and I. *** You...OH! Oh my, you were so sexy that day, dressed in all black. Black jeans, black shirt, and black, leather jacket. The jack...
Letter 8 Sunday Dear V I am not dead or jealous, just angry. I am going to punish you in this letter, and myself too for being angry when I have no right to be. You cannot help your travels, but I am royally pissed anyway. Last night I did something I do not like to do. Neither do you. We will both suffer by my telling of it. It seems appropriate. I made...
“Sally Mae,” he addressed her directly, “You’ve probably had guilt these feelings for several years. You left Jonestown feeling guilty ten years ago. You came back to Jonestown this week with those feelings. You don’t want to leave here with them again, do you?” She didn’t respond. “You and I need to take care of this,” he paused and put his hand on her ar...
Emily-Ann silently admonished herself, "Forgetting one plate, maybe, but an entire sink-full of dishes? That's not believable. I may as well have answered the door naked and begged him for it. He doesn't want that. I'm supposed to be subtle; make him wonder, make him spend the whole evening searching for a clue as we discuss our day like normal married peopl...
Dear Joe, My Master has given me permission to write you this letter for three reasons. The first is because you need to know that I am alive and well. The second is to tell you that you have to stop looking for me and trying to free me. The third is so that you can understand that I am happy in my new life and we will be together again someday. I guess I...
Readers: this letter is real. my feelings are real. . . i am ALWAYS eager for feedback. . . but there is ONE particular person i want to find this submission. . . . consider this an act of rebellion. . . . i had planned on merely emailing this to you, but decided this way would be a quite public way of pushing your (and my) limits . . . . to everyone else. ....