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The moment I step from the cab, it isn’t just my attire that attracts attention. I ooze sexual energy in the Wiccan-style huntress dress, with Grandmother's sixteen-carat garnet pinned close to my heart. As I strut to the curb and along the sidewalk, wive...
I can’t tell for how long my vision has been veiled or yet where I am nor which orientation my body has in space. Restraining my every movement, the ropes dull my proprioception. As the blindfold comes off, I am thankful for the dim light in the room; and...
I rush to His house giddy with anticipation and stricken with fear. It is ever thus, this monthly escape always squeezed into too little time. Little white lies allow me to leave work early and arrive home for dinner a little later than normal. How early...
She never saw his face… …not directly, anyway. She wasn't even sure where he boarded the train. She suspected it was at Central, where the bulk of the passengers had hopped on, where the space she inhabited suddenly became cramped, both arms raised and ho...
Despite its strangling grip, I’m attempting to outrun the darkness again, as futile as that may be. Even when the sun shines, I feel no warmth. But what choice do I have? No one sees the tempestuous clouds hanging over my world, urging me to think there’s...
Debra I was borne in Bangladesh but I'm sure I was conceived in an office not far from Canary Wharf. We came back to England a while later - me and Nikki my non-identical twin, and the rest of my family. Well, I say 'family', but that could mean anything...
They stood in pregnant silence at the hotel elevator doors. They were two colleagues, lightly drunk with cocktails and innuendo. “The view of the mountains is amazing, isn’t it?” he asked. “Ha!” she scoffed. “My view is of the parking garage.” I should in...
Delicate, filigree-like lace inspires thoughts of sweet mysteries awaiting discovery, a silky wisp of fabric that colours deeply when dampened and holds a promise of hidden pleasures. A mere scrap of satin that encases a pert bottom, moist, puffy, pink li...
I thought I was the only one still working in the office that evening. I'd stayed late, trying to reach a good stopping point, and my eyes were now bleary from staring at spreadsheets. At twenty-four, I'd found a job with an okay salary and decent benefit...
Back home, I would have been described as a grown-up girl next door. Proper, never stuffy, very friendly, and absolutely conventional. Smart, yes, and reasonably career successful, but socially in every respect a “good girl.” Certainly not someone thought...
Yes, I'm a cheater. My cravings for sex made me cheat on my husband. And I cheated on him in the worst way imaginable – with members of my own family. It’s not as though Samar doesn’t give me lots of kinky sex, especially the sex in submission that turns...
I drove to my appointment with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. I expected the nerves I’d felt before my previous attempts to sate this desire I’d lived with for so long, but there was another element to them this time. What if I didn’t like it? What...
The past is not a foreign country, as Hartley had it, but something visceral, real, and alive in us all. Our past permeates the deepest reaches of our subconscious minds, shaping our responses, informing our attitudes, and influencing our relationships, o...
Justine left it a day. She didn't want to appear too eager or desperate. Also, it would give Corey a little time to readjust time zones, though he'd only been to the other side of the country. The day itself was torment. So many warring emotions. How woul...
Megan glared as she looked around the Accident and Emergency room. Her Mistress, Chloe, had a silly smirk on her face like she found the whole thing hilarious. They’d been here for almost an hour already. “Megan O’Reilly.” Megan sighed and wrapped the coa...
