"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshi...
It was hot, the middle of summer in the city and so, I had the window pulled open, the curtain was drawn but he was still there, stood in front of me, naked to the waist, the usual smirk on his face. "You're so predictable." I said, laughing. Aware that deep down I wasn't quite sure what the next step was. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and jabbed him pl...
Author's note. Please be aware that this chapter has scenes of a violent and rape-like nature. With that being said I want you to understand the view point of the story. It has no particular setting, therefore behaviors, language and clothing will be a mix of old and new. Technology will be in the context of the story e.g. They have electricity and old tele...
"Who are you cupping with?" That phrase stuck in my head the moment Melinda asked. She murmured something else about 'coming' or 'coming inside' as she walked into the odd café. A friend waved to her from the window. We were not going anywhere in particular. I was on an extended vacation in a new country and only went out that morning to walk my dogs. Meli...
Cassie had walked down into Millbrow to shop. She avoided Helene du Cul's lingerie shop and hoped that she would not meet Zack. She was coming out of the post office, however, talking to one of her neighbours over her shoulder, and literally walked into his outstretched arms. 'Just what I need to brighten up the day,' said Zack, planting a light kiss on her...
D I V O R C E What does that spell out to you? Divorce, of course. Excuse for me my shit poetry, but I do have a story to tell about an experience I had after I divorced from my nasty ex-husband. What did I do? I did something stupid. That was to go back to my home town and set up a business. It was not just any business. In the interim period between the...
Previous Choice: Draw his gun. Words wouldn't work with men like these. Promises made by blackmailers were as empty as a Troll's morals. Deckard had a rule, one he had kept to throughout his time as a lone operator out on the frontier. It was a simple rule, but it had saved his life more than once as a Sheriff on Tasitov: He never drew his gun withou...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story contains content relating to the DD/LG lifestyle* *** I know I've been a naughty girl today, but it was kind of on purpose because I love when my Daddy gets all strict with me. He's been very soft and loving recently because I had a cold, and it's perfect when he takes care of me; but by th...
Terry Gaiman adjusted his black bow tie in the mirror, trying to get it straight. He twisted it first one way, decided he'd gone too far, twisted it back, realised he'd overcompensated, twisted it again. Why did evening wear have to be so complicated? He fussed with his cufflinks. The shirt cuffs felt like a pair of oversized floppy manacles. He looked bac...
Special thanks to HeyAll == In the summer months, Elise likes to work as a Park Ranger in Sequoia National Park, famous for its giant trees in the southern Sierra Nevada. It allows her to offset the cost of her studies at the University of California, Los Angeles, which is only a four-hour drive away. The better part of her work involves hiking up the trai...