Alexis stood at the edge of the dense forest, her eyes scanning the horizon with the intensity of a hawk searching for prey. Her once-sleek black hair was now a tangled mess of leaves and twigs, a silent testament to the miles she had traveled to get here. Her uniform, designed to blend into the shadows, was torn and dirty from the unforgiving terrain she had conquered. Her muscles, honed from countless hours of training...

"You're sure you're ready for this, Lia?" Jake’s voice was a mix of excitement and concern as he tightened the saddle girth on his horse, a sturdy brown stallion named Hightower. His eyes searched hers for any sign of doubt. Lia nodded, her grip on the reins firm. "More than ready," she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She'd been waiting for this chance for days for weeks—months, really. Ever since Pa had m...

It was mid-Saturday morning in late spring, and I was meeting my dad for breakfast at Tackles, his favorite sports bar. It was his Saturday tradition, and he loved that they opened early on the weekend. The bar was old and cozy and filled with sports artifacts, tchotchkes, and old memorabilia. Playing football for the home team, my dad was a permanent fixture on the walls and in person. The bar fit in with the rest of the...

It was almost dark by the time I got home. As soon as I let myself inside the apartment, I caught a whiff of Devon's homemade spaghetti sauce. He was sitting on the couch, his laptop in front of him. "Hey, Heidi," he greeted me with a smile. "There are leftovers in the kitchen if you're hungry." After setting my purse and keys on an end table, I strode toward my roommate so I could plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Yo...

It looked like we’d get an early spring (at least according to Punxsutawney Phil). During the winter I had been unable to reconnect with Pam or even talk to her. I was hoping that with warmer weather, she would resume jogging on our street. I was really looking forward to seeing her bouncing tatas and those shapely legs. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen her, at least from afar. While driving in or out of the subdivision, I'd...

It was just another typical late spring weekend, and I had been aware for about a week that my dad was organizing a cookout and small celebration for family friends, relatives, and some of my close friends. The evening would also include poker and drinking, a routine activity for my dad since my parents’ divorce over a year ago. By mid-afternoon, the majority of the guests had arrived, and the food was being served. Adult...

Nadia's question, asked so earnestly, almost made me laugh. Of course, I trusted her. To an extent. Tonight, I'd allowed her to handcuff me to the metal spindles of her bed's headboard. That I was completely naked when she did so only served to make me feel more vulnerable. In the candlelight, I also felt strangely free, like I'd left my identity just outside her apartment door. I'd never been into bondage, not even withi...

Her hair looked like spun gold, and her eyes were filled with pain and joy. When she smiled at you, it was like the two of you shared a secret. Every movement she made was elegant and deliberate; even the way her wrist arched as she took up a pen was beautiful. I couldn't help but watch her. She was like a beautiful, vivid rainbow that I couldn't take my eyes away from. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it wasn't right of me to...

Hunt Blackstone was just within his forties, but he refused to slow down. In the early eighties, he was born to a Diné father and a white mother in El Paso, Texas. He lived in El Paso until he was four years old, learning English, Spanish, and his Indigenous father's language. From El Paso, he moved to the eastern side of the state and spent his early years working on his father's ranch. He learned to shoot and ride like...

We sit side by side on the couch, our laptops before us. He's brought work home, as is frequently the case, while I'm writing. We've passed plenty of evenings like this. Tonight, however, something about my demeanor captures his attention. Feeling his stare on me, I look over at him. "What is it?" His gaze moves to my laptop screen, and I have the sudden urge to minimize the open document. Despite my best efforts, he sens...

I am naked and lying on my back. My head rests within the confines of Robin's queening chair, which is shaped like a box, its sides enclosed around me. I'm grateful for the padded bottom side separating my head from the floor. I'd find the contraption claustrophobic if I were able to see, but the blindfold subdues my anxiety. It also prevents me from seeing any of the women who will soon take a seat on the chair. Directly...

The next two weeks passed at an agonizingly slow pace. Now that I was finished with school, I spent more time cleaning houses for money, but no matter how busy I was, I constantly thought of Adam. When Blair finally reached out to let me know she and her parents were leaving town, I could barely contain my excitement. Still, I made myself wait several hours before heading over to their house. It was around three in the af...

I owed a painful debt to Mistress Lisa and, my Mistress informed me, would be given to her for a weekend at the end of the month to settle the debt. I had known this was coming, but now I felt a wave of fear and excitement cascade over me. Mistress Lisa was twenty-six, almost half my age, but my Mistress had given her dominance over me when my Mistress, Mistress Lisa, and Mistress Cathy, all three of them colleagues of mi...