This is the first of a series of stories that chronicle a man's journey into a D/s relationship. My goal with these stories is to provide a relationship that is a bit different from the stereotypical D/s relationship and relate other possibilities. You will see the main character, Scott, understand and accept his submission throughout as he understands the w...
Rose Lloyd sat on the bed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. At the age of twenty, she stood five feet eight ten tall, somewhat plump but still pretty, with short hair, dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. This gal was seriously bored out of her mind. Recently, she had been in a slump. All work and no play can give a black girl the blues. Life in col...
Brook groggily woke up to the sound of the phone. She certainly wasn't ready to get up. She had spent another wonderful night with Will, this time sans unwanted interruptions. She sighed heavily as sunlight assaulted her eyes. She reached for the phone: "Hello?" "Hey Brook, it's Will." Instantly she perked up and her mood improved. "Hey! Couldn't live wi...
I sat in the bleachers, the sun hitting my pale skin nicely as I watched one of the players throw the ball to Jet. Jet... I guess I should explain myself to you a little bit. My name is Harley, though everyone calls me Byra {Bee-rah}. It supposedly means red in some kind of language, and everyone calls me that because apparently when I'm pissed, all I see...
He opens the door. The cinema lobby, seemingly ancient and made before movies even existed, is replete with the finely woven carpets and fabrics Our Hero has grown accustomed to. Wooden doors made to withhold armies with metal bars far too heavy for the fair to grasp, much less use. It is, as so many places he's seen recently, a monument dedicated to givin...
EDITED BY THE INCOMPARABLE "WIRES" WHO ONCE AGAIN HAS MADE MY STORY BETTER IN EVERY WAY. ***** Bob Trent finished his fourth beer in fifteen minutes. He belched and slammed the empty bottle down on the already cluttered table. The table top was as wet as if water had been poured on it, and already covered with empty beer bottles. Bob, sitting with his frie...
I think about how it feels, how it should be. My mind keeps going back to the same scene, the same feelings that I felt the first time you and I got together. The first day of the rest of our lives. The first time I ever felt complete, content and happy. I'm laying there on the bed, waiting for you to slide in next to me. As you slip in under the covers, I...
You've heard of us, the male version of the Succubi. Hell, I'm sure you've even seen some of us standing in a bar, hitting on even the ugliest slut that you've ever seen. We don't really care what the woman, or even sometimes the man, looks like. You're all food to us, so get used to the idea. But I'm not here to scare you, I'm here to tell you how we came a...
This was the first and last time I fought this particular opponent! This is the second part of this story! ***** The final preliminary match up had now ended; and the crowd was red hot! They all knew in just a matter of moments, history would be made! Every man and woman in the arena had a prediction. Some were obviously right. The rest were, obviously, wr...
Alexandra inhaled deeply, took another sip of her wine-red wine tonight, as if that would make a difference-and was startled. "It's Alexandra, isn't it? We met in this bar, oh, about a week ago. You're in banking." The guy was George and he did something in advertising, she remembered. "Well, I'm a bank teller." She giggled, Yes, there is a God. He sat do...