Picture my slut: she is a tiny woman, with red hair and green eyes. She wouldn’t probably call them green. She’d have some other fancier name for them. I would just call them beautiful. Truth is like that; simple. It’s simple like the color green, the same color of the grass in the yards we passed through the neighborhood on the way out to the store. The air is cool, as is the skin of her thigh against my hand. Her thigh...

I have always owned my delicious slut. She didn’t know she was mine many years ago before we had met, but even then, she was owned – my property; my bitch. It started with her throwing herself at my feet one evening on Lush. The first thirty seconds was all it took. In those simple moments of introduction, we fit – like pieces of something fine and ancient and broken – suddenly assembled, after millennia. Life is like tha...

Who I Am The poems that I write, Are me through and through, Rather a quiet girl, And sensitive too. The heartache that’s in them, I feel on most days, Not fiction but truth, And my heart it does pay. My deep inner soul, At last being set free, A peace settling inside, And cathartic for me. The me that you don’t see, And I haven’t shown yet, Is my silly and fun side, On the forums they get. I’m sexy and slutty, And I have...

In his hands I felt safe. I always had. In a world of people desperately seeking and holding out hope for that one true connection, I had found mine. He had stolen my heart in an instant, becoming my oxygen and with him I felt more alive than ever before. Never had I felt so treasured and adored, his affection spellbinding. Willingly I bestowed both my mind and body to him. And in doing so he had opened my eyes to so much...

Could it possibly been a decadethat moment life changed foreverDo you recall it as I That magic moment of submissionbranding me Forever yours Of hundreds present Friendscolleaguesacquaintances Most I had known for ages I remember none from that eveningsave you From the instant you took my handspeaking so elegantly Not a word was heardlost in your emerald eyesand from that moment on My soul was yours There was no resistanc...

I worked for a graphic designer in the Upper West side of Manhattan. I was working on going to school to become one myself. I was in my second year, and had gone to a Vocational High School, and majored in Graphic Communications. I made sixteen dollars an hour, and did little designs here and there for small companies around the city. I had gained a spot on the team, not officially a graphic designer, but doing what they...

“Get on the bed.” “Yes sir,” I replied, my voice as confident and controlled as I could muster, but to be completely honest, my insides were quivering with excitement and nerves. I felt a whip strike across my ass and his voice followed. “Say it louder, whore!” “Yes sir!” I yelled this time, as I got on all fours at the foot of the bed. “Good whore.” “Thank you,” I mumbled out, trying to regain my breath from the whip str...

To be accepted you must learn to accept the unthinkable... I awoke surrounded by softness and the heavenly scent of clean, fresh bedding. I stretched without opening my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling as the soft fabrics seemed to caress my very soul. I clasped my hands above my head and let out a loud groan of pleasure. But something was different. Wrong. I tentatively stroked the back of one hand, it felt so soft! My f...

"I'm so excited for you arrival, baby girl. It has felt like forever, but finally I'll get my beautiful whore."  My eyes read over the email. It was the dozenth time I had. Impatiently, I sat on the plane looking at my laptop screen. Focusing on anything else, had been basically impossible. It had been a long wait to be here. Finally I was getting what I so badly desired. Over the past year, he'd taught me a lot. A lot ab...

The very first day I came onto lush  You ask me to be your friend I accept your friend request We start our friendship After a while you change your status To be owned by me, I accept with a smile You are mine, as I am pleased with you Slutty thoughts run through our heads When you tell me you have been naughty I accept the responsibility of punishing you I bend you over my knees And ask, "How naughty have you been?" I st...

In all my life I have never been restricted from doing what I want so this is odd. Sweets, a friend of mine for a long time, and I were bored at my house, and we thought we would cure our boredom by experimenting with things we had never done before. Sweets is , twenty plus years old and very cute. She’s a ginger, with a petite little figure, sometimes I just want to squeeze her. We love to read, and discuss the crazy ero...

Note This is not my normal style, but a dear reader wanted something sweet and romantic just this once. Mistress and Boi - Anniversary Night. I fidgeted in great anticipation, waiting for my Mistress to get ready. Tonight we would celebrate ten wonderful years together, and I was so excited. Tonight I was to take the lead, and I would woo my Mistress as a lover would. To any eye that dared to see, we would simply be two l...

I want a sexy pet who is fine; Who wants me to fuck him all of the time. One who comes running when I call;Because he knows I can do him the best of all. His body should be hot with muscles galore;A delicious playground for me to explore. It doesn’t have to be perfect just nice and fit;Because what I am after is where he sits. I want a beautiful ass like the one I lost;One that so sweetly I will accost. I may not be gorge...