You ask me how I became the sex slave of a much older woman? Honestly, I think you’re asking the wrong question, if you don’t mind me saying. What you should be asking me is how it took so long. Because, some things are more of an inevitability than a random occurrence. Like water flowing downhill or a meteorite falling to earth, the path that I found myself walking during that endless, warm summer was one that had only o...

"Your pumpkin spiced latte," I say, tapping the shoulder of the woman I'm serving. She turns, her dark eyes catch mine. I try to look away, but I can't move. I try to speak, but can only whimper. A veil falls and I'm somewhere else. A dark room, the air rich with unfamiliar scents, shadows dancing by candlelight. And the woman, looming over me, her eyes like midnight pools. She smiles and I'm enchanted. I want this. Her l...