"My God, you're so beautiful," I said. "Thank you," she replied with a blush. "I love your hair and how it curls to frame your face," I continued, "and your eyes, so blue. I could lose myself in them." Her smile grew larger. "Those dimples on either side of your lush lips and sexy smile... wow!" She giggled. "That red dress clings to your curvaceous body, those perfectly portioned swells of your breasts. I may be falling...

"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 to educate yourself on good music instead of that crappy mainstream stuff you always have on," he chuckles. Since my phone is connected to his car's Bluetooth, I search f...

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 his limits and beyond. The thought of going into the office, the following morning, in a ridiculously short skirt, stockings, a transparent blouse, lacy underwear and wha...

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 experience, gardening is a never-ending task and there is always something to be done. At 7 PM, just as the light was starting to fade, Simon was called in for dinner. As h...

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 by an equally beautiful girl, Claire, who had quickly demonstrated a natural talent for domination. What's more, rather than spend the morning receiving fashion advice fro...

"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 again." "And me not fucking you every five minutes also helps. If I give it to you whenever you want, you are too satiated to be creative." "So you are edging me to help...

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 lights solidly lit above each of the first two doors and another one blinking above the third. No. That wasn't the way; it was to the right. I remembered and turned as I...

“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 darkness and starlight, its contours illuminated by the soft silver glow of the low-hanging moon. The air was dry, carrying with it the scent of desert blooms and the ear...

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. Following the scent, Lucy soon joined her, rubbing and bumping against Lindsay’s ankles. “You look cute.” “I’m baking.” In the kitchen, Pamela’s blonde hair was piled on top of...