The day after my last encounter with my Master was a hell of longing. I needed to be alone with my thoughts, to replay in detail every single moment, from when he appeared at the door to the sight of him putting his clothes back on before leaving. That last image shot pain through my heart, but it was part of Our time together so it was precious to me. The g...
*Note to readers, I may have gone a bit far here. Feedback is much appreciated (Good or Bad) Thanks to those who have sent in feedback already and thanks to those who have voted.* I walked through the supermarket as though i was on automatic pilot, i just couldn't believe that i hadn't made a fuss or reported those thugs to the police when they asked if i w...
The lightning illuminates the night sky followed by cracks of thunder so close and unnerving that the hair on your arms is raised. It's 10:45 and your shift is about to end, the diner closing at 11. It's been a long day and your white sneakers are stained with coffee and dirt; they have made your feet sore and you're ready to shake your apron and skirt off....
This story might have been true; it might have been imagined. I can't remember any more. I needed to write it, and there may yet be more to come. "But to truly surrender, unconditionally and totally, to the desires of another? How could you do that? What about the trust...' Her voice trailed off into a murmur, her eyes lifted to her friend sitting opposite...
I, Rebecca Thorpe, looked hungrily at his erect cock struggling to break free of the material concealing it. Many thoughts were running through my mind at this point, if I gave him the best blow job ever, would he finally fuck me?! And I decided I was going to use all the tricks I knew. So I pushed him onto the bed, and he looked at me begging me to suck him...
It was a sticky Friday afternoon in late June. Paul, having just graduated high school, had a lazy summer sprawling out ahead of him before the start of university in the fall. Most everyone else had gotten summer jobs, and so except for the weekends, Paul had to entertain himself until his buddies would get off work. For the first few weeks he made do, gla...
The doorbell rang. Rick stood up and stretched; his back cracked with his movements. Scratching his side, the tall Italian looked down at the couch he had been napping on before shaking his head and grumbling under his breath. "Jenna!" he shouted. The doorbell rang again. "This girl is sorry, Master!" Jenna cried as she emerged from her bedroom in a bathrob...
After fifteen years of marriage, I had noticed a sudden decline in the frequency of sex with my wife, Lyn. This had happened over the three weeks or so. Until then, although we were conventional, it was satisfying for both of us – or so I thought. Now, it had become the usual story of “I’m so tired, I just want to go to sleep.” On the rare occasions when we...
(Author's Note: I know some of my readers have been curious as to when the next Enslaved to the Mob story comes out. I honestly don't know when it's coming. I'm absolutely shot on the story, with no idea what to do, or whether I should keep the story going. My muse and creative flow for it just isn't there. This is a project I'm working on to get me back int...
My name is Feorinda, but my frends call me Fay. I am a blonde third year university student working on my double bachelor in Social Work and Women's Studies. I had a minor in Asian Art, as that was my guilty pleasure and the bulk of my non-core electives were spent in that field, and to get money to augment my scholarships I began working at Ching Wu's Galle...