Synopsis: In a phantasmagorical tale of sexual slavery, a mysterious man and woman, a generic sheik, twin submissives, and even some celebrities, come together in a story exploring submissive and dominant needs. Just for fun, there are many references and allegories to pop culture. It is surreal at times but it is not fantasy or a spoof. The story begins wi...
I didn't have to look at my watch to know it was past 2a.m. I could smell it. As the front door of the I.H.O.P. swung open, I picked up every whiff of stale alcohol and drying sweat from the people who entered. I didn't even have to turn around. My nose wrinkled at the gagging stench of fading cigarette smoke. Don't these people ever smoke cloves? I grimac...
I was never what anyone would refer to as the typical male. Standing only five foot five and weighing only 130 pounds, no one would ever use me in a he-man advertisement. I wasn't scrawny; my body was well formed with some muscle in my chest and legs. My physique hasn't really changed at all since I was 15. Getting girls in school was not the easiest since t...
This is a story I am writing over on chyoa. It is a dumb story full of sex; hope you enjoy. * Staring down at the screen, it beckoned the attention of its counterparts. Another half-born had appeared. This one was different though, stronger somehow: It must be found and studied, it must be spared. Frank had always been unlucky. Sitting in his car that was...
It was half past midnight at Club Sky; sweat was beginning to overpower the smell of cheap cologne and booze. On the dance floor what looked liked a large school of confused sardines, wriggled around to a rhythm. "It's your round, bro." Patrick asserted. "I've got two bids over there eyeing me in the corner. They're looking a little thirsty—parched, if you...
Night, dark and sacred, something for the wicked and the secretive. That was just her style. Her past slaves had known her as Mistress Moon; Moon seemed to suit her. Her life had brought her to new understandings that had awakened the beast inside of her. She lived her life as a vampire, sleeping during the day and prowling for her next slave at night. It h...
Another adventure in workplace romance! Robin and I were semi-dating; yes, it was undefined...sort of a girlfriend/boyfriend relationship. We were inseparable at times and enjoyed each other in many ways...we had a lot in common and most importantly, we were fuck-buddies! Because she had two impressionable kids and neither of us wanted to commit, we were ve...
Stella awoke and the first thing she noticed was the emptiness of her apartment. Had it all been a dream? She was hung over and giddy. She'd never been with anyone before and she certainly hadn't pegged herself as bisexual. She showered, brushed her teeth, dressed, and made herself breakfast. Lately, she really hadn't been feeling herself. She tidied her pla...
- Story 3 -- Reflecting We don't see things as they are; we see them as we are. - Anais Nin ***** "So you're all set?" he asked casually, as we stood inside the entrance to Blackheath Station. Refusing to meet his gaze, I scanned the display for the next London-bound train. Platform two, fifteen minutes. Stepping away from him slightly, I answered wit...
Michelle lived The Bible. Its words governed her life. She memorized favorite psalms and hymns at her longtime Presbyterian church. The phrase "What would Jesus do" was not a catchphrase. It was a Christian mandate. She never encountered a situation in which the question did not apply, or so it seemed. She was attending a university but unsure of her callin...