John's art was compelling and whenever I visited his gallery I'd lose myself for hours, often sitting before a painting enraptured in its sheer beauty. The images went beyond erotic, transcended beauty, almost touching on divine. As blasphemous as it may sound, each and every image John revealed in his paintings was a religious experience. As I wandered thr...
You're a male student, who's had a lifelong dream of getting trampled under another person's feet, but so far you never had the courage to tell anyone about your secret desire. A cafeteria is attached to that university (or college) building where you study, and students like you love going there for lunch. Since you're introverted, you often sit at a tiny t...
1692 - Salem, Massachusetts The trees shook in the cool evening wind. The leaves were beginning to fall to the ground, mixing with the bare earth to add a fresh new layer to the forest floor. Soon, although the trees didn’t know it, that new layer would be trampled down by the hooves of horses giving chase to a woman in a dark dress. She was being hunted dow...
Her mind was made up. No one, not even this man, her angelic gift from above, was going to get close enough to hurt her again. Her heart had suffered enough bruises and cuts to last a lifetime and she would be damned before she allowed it to happen again. But a part of her wanted to believe, if only for a moment, that his sugar-coated words could be true; t...
In the year 13 of what has since come to be known as the Time of Return, when I was sixteen years of age, I went to market one summer day to sell a portion of the crop we had been harvesting the previous day. It always fell to my shoulders to go to the market and do the selling, since I was the oldest child. It was a task I enjoyed, since it was something di...
"How was that?" Christie asks. "Ohhhhhh, fuck me that was so amazing!" Gracelyn replies. "I'm a total mess, but my God was it so worth it!" "I am so happy to hear it," Christie says with a smile, intentionally playing on the girl's word usage. She walks across her stomach to the floor, turning to offer her a hand up, "Shall we get you cleaned up?" Gracely...
Geoff's balls hurt. For hours he had led Shagga through the forest, passing three different meadows and seven trickling streams, cresting hills steep and shallow alike, until his legs began to cramp and the soles of his feet ached. That wasn't what bothered him. For all their marching, the two had barely covered any meaningful distance. Why, the oversized...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * How do you know when your heart has had enough torment to last a lifetime? How do you keep it from returning again and again to that place which haunts you most? There is an uncontrollable place in my soul that brings me to a place that I canno...
To my Master, I wish I had the words to express all that burns within me as I sit to pen this letter from the heart. You came into my life when I thought that there could never be another man that would take what had been trampled beneath callous feet and turn it into that beautiful longing that only a slave girl can feel once again. You broke through my wa...
The warm wind blew softly through the bedroom window of Domina Katarina's apartment, gently rustling the curtains and carrying with it the faint trace of the ocean in the distance, waves glistening and sparkling in the suns bright after noon light. She could feel the wind on her, her beautiful golden hair slightly moving, as she sat on her bed reading her iP...