"You're nothing. Nothing, especially compared to me." Her name was Taeler Hendrix, and I hated her. She stood at five foot seven, but one could be forgiven for thinking she was over six feet tall. The woman had a charisma like no other woman I had ever seen in my life, which drew everyone, including me, to her. Her attire was one of the most sensual things I...
"Maybe plastic pants would help," Epiphany said to my father, as I stood there, pants around my ankles, having just had yet another whipping for bedwetting. This time, in front of my college crush! I love Epiphany so much. We call her "Piff" for short at Buttermilk State, and she is easily the cutest girl in the junior class. Because of Father's rules, f...
Last time we parted, you told me that you were going to fuck me when we next met. You loved the fact that I've never been taken with a strapon and you promised to be gentle, in the beginning. It sent a shiver of excitement and fear through me, which made you smile. I can imagine heading to your small apartment, anxious and excited. I haven't cum for days a...
The blade doesn't separate the flesh. Not yet, though the graphite point dimples the tender skin of my neck. It draws a line, the most linear explanation of point A to point B, from the left of my collar bone to delicate hollow of my throat. The fear makes me need to swallow, but I am afraid to press myself any further to that blade. You are perfectly poised...
A/N: This story is from the WoW-universe, and based on the characters Sylvanas Windrunner and the Lich King. Lore-wise Sylvanas died before ever becoming the Lich King's slave, but I bent the universe a little. There are non-consensual parts, so if you do not find that appealing, read at own risk. I hope you enjoy it, and there might be more. "Shindu F...
The Oxygen Tank *** Kamila and I started spending a lot of time together after that night. I would sleep over at her place or she would at mine at least three or four times a week. I enjoyed spending time with her, and we quickly fell in love. I found out that I truly do get turned on from humiliation and Kamila was a natural dishing it out to me. She was...
Slung, Michele, ed. Slow Hand: Women Writing Erotica. New York; HarpersCollinsPublishers, 1992. Brought together by Editor Michele Slung as a collection of stories by women that focuses on teasing anticipation and gradually building sensation to appeal to women, Slow Hand includes a wide variety of characters of different ages and backgrounds and sexual ori...
I've been dreading that knock. She called to let me know she would be coming over. As per my instructions, and after our last spat I knew she wouldn't risk showing up unannounced. Instead of victory, I feel a spurt of shame. After all, her pride is my pride, to be chastised by someone who should show respect is galling at best. It was so easy in the beginn...
Originally published in "The Discerning Gentleman's Weekly" Volume IX, number 18 Issue dated March 25th 1896 It has been some days since last I took up my pen to add to this sad and sorry narrative of shame. I could not bring myself to resume the thread, but after days of drink and despair I knew that I must return to my notebook, locked in the drawer of...
Part 1 Around the end of my last high school year, my curiosity for crossdressing had just emerged, but I didn't explore the fantasies too much as I thought it was just a phase. The following fantasy is something I have dreamed about for years... A friend of mine, Peter, was into the same video games as I was, and we made a bet on who would win the next ga...