Putting my car into park in front of Her inconspicuous house, one thought went through my head for the hundredth time, "Am I sure I want to do this? Put myself into Her hands, let her subject me to all that pain and loss of control again?" I took a deep breath, reached deep inside myself and immediately realized, "Not just 'Yes', but 'Hell yes'. I don't real...
The first day of Jade's new job came with a feeling of optimism. She was up early and spent considerable time choosing the perfect outfit to make a good first impression. She settled on a tailored white skirt suit with a teal silk blouse and a pair of leather pumps. The reflection in the mirror told her that she look both fashionable and professional. Her...
I met Trina the first day of class as a freshman at Eastern Michigan University. We bumped into each other in the hallway and she dropped a couple of books. I looked her over as I helped her pick up her books and saw that she was a great looking girl. I followed her into the classroom and when she picked a seat I took the one beside her. We introduced ourse...
Jealousy ripped through Elle's breast as she glimpsed the man she admired but until now had not attempted to claim. Donovan Seymour, sprawled in his office chair, widened a crooked smile at the woman who was unzipping the back of her dress as she fell on to her prey and kicked the door shut with her trailing foot. It was a display of remarkable dexterity...
Holy crap, my 100th story published on this site. This is one I've had like 90% complete for a year or more, I have no idea. Loads of silly sci-fi rules - in fact, I try to poke fun of that fact. I thought it was perhaps too absurd to finish and publish, but after looking back and seeing how well-liked the first three chapters were, along with the requests,...
- well my dear. We should get dressed and get going. And then to us - You two. Chauffeur uniform. Slave. Just as you are. - And boy, go get the cage in the back of the truck. Tamara and I dashed to our rooms to get into our Chauffeur uniforms. Something we could be seen in the outside world. For me it was shiny black shoes, pressed and tight dress slack...
Part 5 - Lea and the Role Reversal Sophia lay spread out on Lea's bed, not remembering the last time she felt so content over such minor luxury. She had fixed herself a sandwich, downed a can and a half of Diet Coke, and was now clicking around Lea's computer trying her best to find out what all she could do with her newly claimed power. Upstairs, Andre...
In his office, sitting on a high shelf, there is a leather-bound ledger. He always refers to it as my ledger, but I have never seen the contents, though I am painfully aware of them. He likes to joke that the ledger is leather-bound and so am I. He always runs his fingers over the collar around my neck as he grins at the humour. It is a joke that never gets...
He awoke early. The day hasn't even started to break, as a Warrior he was used to being up and about as the rest of the villa still slept, with the exception of the night guards. Though his room was still dark from the shroud of night, he lights a candle to pierce the darkness. Mounted on the wall was a short sword, a gladius. Light weight, yet still sharp....
I have agreed, and you have written the prescription. You are an anesthesiologist, and everything you do is with operating room precision. Were I your patient, I would lay back under a sterile drape, open my arm as if it were a book waiting to be read, and allow you to inject a sleeping potion in my vein. Open my throat so you could insert a tube through whi...