Author's note: There is nothing complicated to say here. This is not a story, with development and plot. This is a character sketch, because the central defining point (no spoilers) of her personality is one that rather appeals to me. # He stripped me naked and hung me face-first against the wall, cuffs on my ankles and wrists stretching me tight in a cr...
Mistress loved watching the play of muscle and sinew beneath slave-boy's bronzed, satin skin as he writhed against the bonds. There wasn't a bit of hair on him anywhere except his head. Before she'd put the blind fold on him, she saw that he had glorious grey and stormy eyes that promised a well of pleasure and emotion. His impressive cock was all rigid stee...
This story was written for and dedicated to my Dom. I was asked what I would do given the opportunity to switch, scared me—but it also pushed me to expand and think more about O/our relationship. I finally managed to beat you home from work; usually you are home before I am because you go to work at a different time. I have been trying for weeks to beat yo...
I got the text at 8:52 in the morning. "Get your ass over here!" It was from my Mistress Firefly. She sounded pissed so I knew I had better move it! Fortunately for me I was just about to head out the door to do a few errands when the text came in, and was ready to respond immediately. When I go to her home, the look upon her face was truly to be feared. Sh...
In the middle of the weekday, the store is quiet. She wanders through the open space, running her hand gently along the racks of delicate undergarments. Her gaze flitting from shelf to shelf, skipping from mounds of brightly colored panties to intricately carved bras. Pastels merging into bold creations, setting the tone for each section of the store. In her...
In my version of this old story, Little Red Riding-hood is a short young boy (and by young i mean 18) with brown hair and brown eyes. He was carrying a bag and had a red cloak. He adventured into the woods to go see an old friend. As Red (I'm a lazy ass and don't want to put his full name) was walking in the woods, he came across a fork in the road. He looke...
It's a perfect summer day - lot's of sun, light breeze, and not a cloud in the sky. We're at a junkyard to look around and see if they have any parts you can use for the old convertible you're restoring. After we pull into the grassy parking area, you pull me across the seat toward you and start kissing me and playing with my breasts, pulling down my tube-to...
It was hot. Not your average hot. I'm talking the kind of hot that you only get when you're below sea level, summertime, 100% humidity, New Orleans hot. The air is thick, the breeze is slow and you feel like your clothes are melting right off of your body. But for some reason, it draws you in. The smell of jasmine and crawfish, the electric energy, the faint...
We had a date. Two straight days of fucking then go on a date. I always do things backwards but this was... a pleasurable thing. I took a taxi to his office because I'm just not that familiar with the city. It was an impressive building, lot of stories to it. I went inside and told the front desk guy that I was here to meet a Mr. Bellacroix. All he did was s...
We've been on this bed together, fully clothed, for what seems like hours now. The intensity and passion of our kisses has grown to near-frenzied groping; I can feel the damp heat of you through your pants, and there is no question you know exactly how hard you've made me. You turn me on so. It has taken every bit of self-restraint I possess to keep me from...