Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
The clinic was spacious, spa-like, with all the latest in OB/GYN technology and pampering. It was where the incredibly wealthy Los Angelinos sent their surrogates, or for the occasional brave ex-starlet-cum-agent's-wife, went themselves. For this and a host of other reasons, I was surprised to find myself so quickly hired on, brought on to replace a previous...
I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
Craig was married. And I knew that at the beginning. It's important to make that as clear as possible up front, because I need to be sure that you, dear reader, understand that I didn't intend for things to go as far as they did. It started in the summer of my 19th year. I was working as an intern at the local radio station, for the morning shock jocks. Th...
Chapter 3 Tie me up, blindfold me, and make me blow you. "Let me show you what else, I bought," said Linda. Unable to concentrate on what Linda bought at the mall, he was still reeling over Phil seeing his wife topless in his bedroom and naked out by the pool. His erection grew bigger with the thought of Phil seeing his 45-year-old wife in her most sexy l...
Bondage Surprises pt#4----Day two. Our Camping Bondage Stories Continue in southern Illinois. Midsummer, hot and dry. The weather. We were hot and wet. The next morning we used the campground pay phone and called our newest friends Ken and Ruth Ann to see if they'd be home and still wanted us back to visit. We were both nervous. Apparently Ken was also...
I lifted Mileena's slight frame; shifting it to fit more comfortably in my arms, and carried her up the stairs to her room. Her grey clouded eyes never left my face, even as I lay her on the cool sheet. Her body was completely limp, and she made no attempt to arrange herself into a more comfortable position. I smoothed the stray auburn hair away from her fac...
Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written erotica flows better without the...
Authors' note: This is my first attempt at a story. So feedback is certainly appreciated. It gets off to a rather slow start but hopefully will pick up a bit in later chapters. I have the first few chapters mostly done but I can't make any promises as to how quickly I'll be posting new ones after that. I can however promise that I'll finish it at some point...
Amy's Weekend Part One What has come to be known as "Amy's weekend,” as my girlfriend Lisa and I call it, began with a call from her in Austin. She asked if we would mind a houseguest for the weekend. Her husband was going to be out of town on an extended business trip and she wanted to get away for a while. Besides, she said she was very horny and couldn't...