It was date night. It should've been a happy occasion, right? Wrong. It had gone so wrong so fast. We couldn't even make it through dinner without fighting. So much for six months, I guess. I just don't understand. Gavin and I were so good. I don't know, maybe it wasn't meant to be more than a physical thing. Still, my heart pulled at my chest, aching. I just wanted to love him wholeheartedly. But, if we couldn't even agr...

I don't remember much from last night. Especially the last hour is vague, those last three or four drinks making everything feel all blurred, mashed together in some kind of weird, distorted sequence. But I do remember the way you looked at me. The way that your foot casually grazed mine as we sat together, talking shit to each other and anyone who would listen. The way your hand rested on my knee, and slowly, gingerly, a...

Your head always loses when it says one thing and your body says another. Sometimes, or maybe just this once, Frank wished his head would have come out on top. Staring up again at the stark white wall at the end of the hallway he now sat, watching the slow, lazy circles the large gray and black industrial fan made in its center. It seemed to have no purpose there other than to antagonize ones with its monotony. Counting t...

My property’s orgasms belong to me. It’s that simple. She relinquished that power the moment you consented to this Master/slave dynamic. I edge her for days just to make her squirt halfway across the room. I force her into an endless string of orgasms because wearing her out makes me smile and she loves it. Seeing her motionless and babbling gibberish brings me joy. I admit this power corrupts me. I stumble through the st...

November 21st 8:44 p.m. Saturday night, I stepped off the bus into gently falling snow, surrounded by silence once the transit hissed, groaned, and pulled away. The Foodway’s sign lit the surrounding fog that swirled beneath the low hugging clouds. A floating red dot in my peripheral made me turn. Smoking a cigarette, Simon blended into the darkness beyond the streetlight; black clothes, black beard, what I assumed was bl...

Niceties. He stood up when they were over and done with.  He noticed the change in her demeanor. He knew she’d be his. She just didn’t know yet what that would entail. She tilted her head coquettishly up to him and put down her glass of wine. He grabbed her in her neck and pulled her up, kissing her feverishly as soon as she reached his mouth. It made her want to please him. He pushed her down to her knees and she lifted...

The scent of wet leather drifts to my nostrils as I clamp my teeth around his belt and wail, the searing heat from the stripe of wax on my exposed breast racing to every nerve ending that matters. I choke back the safe word behind the unforgiving loop that stretches around my head from the corners of my mouth. I'm a big girl, and asked for this; begged, even. I want to please him. Show him how much I trust his judgement t...

The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax. "Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns." He eyes each of us in turn, flicking his dark curtains away from his face and lingering a fraction longer on me before I avert my gaze. "It crawls from the lake, stalking and snaring an...

I walk through the gardens outside Bamebridge Boarding School when I hear a scream come from the old barn. Everyone else is meant to be in class. I immediately run to the barn and find a tall man clutching at Daisy, a young student. “Hey! Don’t you dare hurt her.” The young man turnd to face me, and my heart sinks. His lips spread into an only too familiar smirk as his deep blue eyes graze over my body, taking in every pa...

I hasten to clean up my room and neaten up my bed. I look at myself in the mirror, trying not to think too hard about what’s to come. I head back to my room and sit on the edge of my bed, my hands held in my lap. My whole body is shaking, but I’m so excited. The doorbell rings, and I practically jump out of my skin. I run downstairs and open the door. You’re on my doorstep, smiling at me. You’re wearing a grey skirt and a...

My name is Christian White, I am the owner of a small business that recently gained a lot of attention due to social media influencers. My small business became a large one overnight, and long story short, I need to hire new people. I had plenty of people interested in the job, but for all the wrong reasons; some came for just to see what all the hype is about, and others came to try to sleep with me, a twenty-six-year-ol...

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...