Peter woke up the next morning to the call of nature. He blinked a few times to bring his vision into focus and felt the weight and warmth of Chloe on his arm. He eased it out from under her and slipped free without waking her. His legs were stiff as he m...
"If you guess the title of this song, I'll eat your pussy every day for two years straight," Sir says as some old rock music plays on the radio. I try to figure it out from the lyrics. It's impossible, so I give up after three failed attempts. "It's time...
It was Sunday evening and Simon was sitting on the sofa, phone in hand, reflecting on what he had just done. He had decided—impulsively—that he could not tolerate further humiliation at the hands of Sarah and her neighbour, Claire. They had pushed him to...
Peter and Chloe drove home in silence. She stared out the window the whole time, refusing to look in his direction. He had no way of knowing whether she wanted to go back to his place or hers. In the grand scheme of things, he wasn’t sure how much it real...
Sarah decided that Simon had had enough time away from his chores for one day, and so, despite Claire being keen to see him in his new outfits and to teach him how to apply makeup, Simon spent the rest of Saturday working in the garden. As he knew from ex...
The rain had about stopped when I guided the Benz into my garage. I tossed my purse and keys on the kitchen counter and immediately headed for the relaxing surrounds of my bedroom and bath. Kicking off my shoes, I headed for the tub to start the water; a...
Simon came back downstairs, after his shower, with his mind still muddled. It was only 10:30 AM, yet already his world had been turned upside down--again. He had woken up that morning being submissive to one gorgeous woman, Sarah, but now she was joined b...
"You were right," I say to Sir. "I always am," he replies, grinning. "What about?" "That writing erotica every day for hours is just like watching porn; at some point, you just become numb and need to distance yourself to be able to feel aroused and write...
I was anxious. My heart raced as I opened one of the double doors to enter. My eyes blinked and squinted, adjusting to the dim light, as my mind strained to remember the instructions given me over the phone. I looked to the left down the hallway, two red...
Nora Nora woke Saturday morning to the sound of an ambulance whizzing by on the street outside. She squinted her eyes as the early morning sunlight streamed in through the windows, directly onto her face. At some point during the night, she and Olivia had...
In the vast expanse of the Lone Star State, where everything is said to be grander and more magnificent, there exists a woman who not only embodies this sentiment but surpasses it with unparalleled grace and beauty. Ms. Texas stands as a living testament...
“So, how was your day? I mean, I know you had a full schedule, but … how were the clients? Anything interesting or unusual?” Under the expansive tapestry of the night sky, the desert stretched out before Lindsay and Donald, a terrain woven with shades of...
There's something about warm sunny days that makes me feel good. I stood on the front stoop for a few moments enjoying the sun's warming rays, dressed in my flannel pajamas and a terry cloth bathrobe. As I walked toward the mailbox at the curb, my neighbo...
Blowing out a breath as she emerged from her bedroom, Lindsay was on a mission to talk to her best friend – again. It was easy to find her as the smell of cinnamon percolated through the air. Francisco is off today, so that can only mean one thing. Follow...
How do you honor your hero? The person you’ve looked up to your entire life? Your Example. Your Anchor. Your Stay. Tom Prescott was a beacon of integrity, a man who embraced every moment and offered unwavering devotion to his beloved wife and cherished fa...
