Among the distant growls and beastly sounds now coming from the small isolated community, the grumble of a vehicle engine could be heard quickly approaching. The work lights surrounding a fenced in area near the cemetery where the ground caving in had revealed a strange forgotten structure. Headlights from the van help to reveal not only a large sinkhole, bu...
Kim's washing machine has broken down. Her husband is out of town for a few days, so she phones for a repair man to come round and fix it. He turns up on her doorstep in his overalls; a tall, muscular black guy. Kim shows him into the kitchen and after just over an hour, the washing machine is working again. During that time, Kim had stood chatting to him...
Like most everyone here who submits stories, I'm groping for the perfect way to depict sex scenes. Here and elsewhere, some have questioned the way I write some scenes, sex scenes in particular. To some the style seems overly poetic and ethereal, though the most common adjective is "flowery." There is a reason for this choice. The typical approach to sex sc...
Author's note: Domestic discipline and bondage are the themes in this story. The last chapter was rough to write; it is all true. Still it has served its purpose and things will be steamier from here on out now that you have some background. What works for us is what is portrayed; it's not everyone's preferred cup of tea. ***** "You have been 'stretching...
I'm running, closing in on my prey. The dirt under my feet, cold air rushing in and out. The trees are only a green blur and the scent of it makes my mouth water. It knows I'm coming for it. Around a boulder my feet tearing into the dirt. It's running up onto the bluffs, no where to hide up there. My wolfish grin stretches wider. I see it now. A female elk,...
SheRose Everything in me was burning; the satin sheets licked my skin with their soft touch. My skin was hot, no doubt scarlet in color. I had fallen asleep with him so easily after we finished the previous night. Surprised on how soundly I slept, I slipped out of bed, leaving him to sleep alone. Half way up the basement stairs, he must have felt me leave....
The name of the game is wicked fun. Got it? Cool. My name is Albert Stavros Xavier and I'm a young multi-racial man of Greek, Haitian-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the small town of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. I stand six feet five inches tall, with light bronze skin, lime-green eyes and long black hair. By day, I'm a Criminal Jus...
I have a girlfriend I meet almost every weekend. She's a married little slut is what she is. And she's developed a craving for my attention. Maybe I should say she needs it. You see she's a disgusting little bitch. She'll do anything I ask of her no matter how degrading or abusive it might be. Over this past year I kept pushing her limits to see how far she...
This is the third part of the story that I had started some time ago. I had written it, but then I thought it was a bit surreal for me, so I just let it sit for a long time. Then, after reading Karenkay's brilliant "White Slaves of Eban" stories that she is currently publishing, I have changed my mind. I'm so taken with them, that I decided more content in t...
It was a miserably wet day and Rachel was driving home after her day's work at the radio station. Her mood was attuned to the weather. The carnal delights of Amsterdam had faded into a distant memory and she felt in need of somebody in her bed. Since returning there had been nothing but trouble of one sort or another. The friendship with Kate seemed to hav...