"Lynney! What's getting into you! I told you nothing was wrong, why don't you trust me!" he shouted, following her to the dining room table, where the laptop was plugged in. "I guess I can't have it both ways. I can't have you spoil me and baby me, and then not get mad when you talk to me like I'm a child when I know something is going on! Come on. I wasn'...
Everyone in this story is over eighteen. Don't let the theme, male domination, be an excuse for the sort of disgusting jealous rage that makes some men abuse women. This is a different kettle of fish – and an essential part of it is willing, eager submission by the girl concerned. Over the hill? Perhaps I was, but still just short of my sixtieth birthday, a...
Note: I Honestly do not know how to categorize this story. It may be better as an "Erotic Coupling" Story. But I think the power dynamics that take place are more suitable for "BDSM." I could be completely off-base. I will change the category if necessary. There was not enough room to properly describe the story in the description section. I would say the m...
The night was just settling in, the sky in the west was a forlorn and tattered pink under low gray clouds as I turned off the blacktop and pulled into the motel parking lot. A glance into my rearview mirror showed Emma's headlights behind me, dipping and rising as she made the turn and followed me in. We were out in an unincorporated no man's land stuck betw...
1 Yes. A sunny balcony would be nice, I thought, circling another listing in crimson ink. Or maybe a roof garden. I could plant rosemary, and violets. I could paint. I bit the top of my pen and skimmed down the column to another number that didn't threaten to ruin me. 'Sur la rue Villeray. 3 1/2 chauffé. 1 chambre, style ouvert. Plancher bois franc. Disp...
My apologies on my disappearance, life has been crazy. Though this chapter might not have been worth the wait I am sure the following chapters it sets up will. *** Lela and I had spent most of the night cuddled up on the couch. I was woken around 4am by Lela who wanted to go up to the bedroom. In a half sleeping state I followed her upstairs and collapsed...
Dear Reader, When I wrote the first story, I was not planning on continuing it. However, I got several e-mails requesting another chapter, so here it is. Thank you for your feedback and I hope you enjoy this story as well. (Please note that this is a continuation of a non-consensual male master/female slave bdsm story. If you are offended by this then ple...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written in first-person subjective narration format. Most first-person narration stories involve an *objective* narrator, who describes events as they actually happen (but of course, the concept of "actuality" depends on acceptance of objective reality). In this story (as with most of mine) the narrator is highly subjective. She...
Three Years Ago Waves of the deepest blue he had ever seen lifted the ship high, making his stomach lurch. The sea had been growing rougher the further out from shore they sailed. A grim smile settled upon Augras' lips. No one had ever sailed this far out. It had been two months since they set out from Ruar, two months since he left his mother and father, Q...
Luke only half smirked as he swept his gaze over the building before him, twirling the keys to the property around one finger. He knew he should feel glee as he surveyed his winnings, but even in this moment, a little voice in the back of his mind was fighting back, reminding him, as it always did, that all good things in his life were fleeting. Why should t...