Naked, on top of a crumbling castle tower, gazing down on leafless winter woodland, with another’s hand around my throat — this was not how I had envisaged the night ending. “Choose, Christian,” he urged. His words drifted past my face like smoke in the frozen air, blood pounding in my ears. I knew what I would say. But this isn’t a good time or place to begin. A better time is four hours earlier, down below. In the pit....

“Be careful,” I say nervously. I am tied to the bed naked. Lily is kneeling between my legs in a sheer black outfit, fangs bared. Vampire cosplay is one of her things. There is a wicked gleam in her green eyes. “I won’t bite it off,” she says, grinning. With that, Lily wraps her full red lips around my erection and commences sucking. I climax hard, with Lily swallowing cum as fast I can give it to her. Lily crawls up and...

The king led her to the back of their dungeon.  He stopped her in front of a reclining chair with multiple rods, shelves, and footholds emerging from the side and back. He released her hair, took the lantern from her hand and hung it on a hook that was suspended by a chain from above.  The swaying of the lantern caused the light to shift, making the shadows dance and creating ominous and eerie figures on the wall.  She wa...

Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson bodycon dress brushed off the reporters like tiresome mosquitoes. I swung open the rear door for her to enter. "You," she addressed me, peeling off her Saint Laurent sunglasses, piercing chestnu...

I barely hear the lively buzz of our friends around the table because my sole focus is her. Emilia. Laughing animatedly at her husband's anecdote, waves of hair shaking over bare shoulders, slowing as she senses my penetrative gaze and makes eye contact. I witness the flash. The spark. Nobody knows. Not Ben, not Rebecca. Not Steve. Not my wife. All oblivious to our affair that gnaws at my fractured subconscious, swamping...

It had been twelve hours since she fucked me and I was still feeling the effects. Flashes of her heavenly body riding my lap on the sofa stung my mind at breakfast, amid household minutiae with my wife. I barely listened, head brimming with visions of flung back hair and gasps as I pawed the incredible breasts of a woman I didn't know at her breathless insistence. The recollection had me hardening beneath the forgotten bo...

Emily “Well, damn,” I whispered, as I checked my watch, “this is not good Em’s.”I closed the ledger with a bang that sounded loud in the cavernous warehouse; I had been going over the books for my new boss. The warehouse sat in a part of the city that during the day filled with workers moving about, seemed relatively safe. But after the sun goes down, it becomes a dangerous area to be. The homeless and addicts used this a...

Something about people watching always kept Sir interested in a way few things did these days. There are stories hidden away in the finer details of an individual's appearance if only one takes the time to observe. The tired office worker who missed a spot shaving, also missed wiping off his lovers' lipstick. Or the sexy school teacher who dresses to the nines, but walks like she hasn't been laid in months. Some stories a...

So far, in my relations with Susan, only she has been the exhibitionist. This continued shortly after our return from our holiday down the coast. Since I was going back to work after a three week break the following Monday, I asked two of my male reports to drop by after work on Friday to brief me on issues that had arisen, or had continued, during my absence. When they arrived, before I opened the door to them, Susan rus...