Chapter 6 - The PowerThe bell rang after what felt like an eternity, and George breathed a sigh of relief. "Alright, let's get out of here. My brain can't take any more tangents." "Master, what was all that? I didn't understand any of it." "I hear ya. My theory is that they just make this shit up to mess with me," said George sarcastically. "Though I'll admit it, calculus is easier to pay attention to when you're not in p...

After a long, blissful afternoon of sun, pleasure, and surrender, Tiffany and I retreat to our glam room to get ready for a night that’s sure to be unforgettable. The room is softly lit by the warm glow of the Tulum sunset spilling in through the open terrace, casting a golden sheen over the room that had been our private sapphic playground just hours earlier. I watch Tiffany as she swipes on a sheer, shimmery gloss, her...

Continued from Part 1... He ran through the halls until he found a bathroom on the other side of the school, shut the door, and leaned his weight against it. The Genie’s sparkling pink cloud floated around him before gently coalescing into her human form. Her bubbly demeanor was gone, replaced with a soft, remorseful expression. “I’m sorry for displeasing you, Master,” she said with a formality George found disturbing. Ge...

Stafford Regional was abuzz with the usual morning activity. Teachers and students parked in their respective parking lots, while the rest were dropped off by the fleet of buses arriving from every corner of the region. Since it was a sunny day, many students were still loitering outside, soaking up the rays or sneaking a drag off their vapes. There were the typical cliques one might expect: the jocks, the nerds, the dram...

Anastasiya led Major Elaine Garcia to the control room outside her ward. In Ana's hand was a hermetic container holding The Catalyst—a phallus-shaped cylinder resembling a dildo—which she had just extracted from Elaine's vagina. The container in Ana's grip felt like an invisible leash, gently tugging at Elaine's delicate neck, compelling her to follow. Each click of Ana's high heels resonated seductively against the hardw...

The rising sun's light brightened George's attic bedroom, filling the space with a pleasant warmth. His alarm had not yet sounded, but George was finally awake after what had to be at least ten uninterrupted hours of sleep. Feeling more rested and refreshed than ever, he tightened his blanket and relished the coziness for several minutes, enjoying the new and exciting feeling of well-being. His thoughts drifted to the fan...

“Sir? You told me when someone named Ameline called to come get you? I know you’re in the middle of the meeting but you said she’d only call if it was urgent and--” “Thank you. You are exactly right. Please pardon me for a few moments, gentlemen, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” CEO Günter Midas Schuler excused himself to his corner office and picked up the phone. “Yes?” “Sir?” Hearing her voice on the other line...

There was an eerie wrongness about the house from the moment I arrived home. Nothing was out of place—all the right coats on their pegs, all the same shoes against the door, the living room tossed with stray beer cans and scattered magazines swept from the coffee table in one or another eager moment of passion—but something was different. There was a familiar sound coming from elsewhere in the house—the unmistakable joys...

“As far as I’m concerned,” Kyle said to me, “it’s over.” We were lying in bed one Saturday morning. Mack was “out.” Kyle and I had already screwed once while she was away and it was plain that we were working up to another go around; he got like that whenever Mack was gone, as though trying to one up her. It had gotten to the point that the sound of Mack’s tires hitting the pavement gave me an erection. I sat up with a ha...

Marissa's husband loved the new energy she brought to their bedroom, their relationship, their life, through her new partner, Ryan. They'd been seeing each other several months, and things were going well. Marissa and Ryan had plenty in common - hiking, swapping stories, talking recipes. Ryan had a big, genuine smile that adorned a beautiful, chiseled face. He wasn’t her “type” - so conventionally attractive and stunningl...

Walking into her house, Phoebe found it uncharacteristically quiet. No kids shouting or husband rummaging through the fridge. Just the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the living room, its small hand approaching 1. She dropped her purse on the side board in the foyer and kicked her heels off. Phoebe drank in the silence for a moment before digging her phone from her purse and tapping out a quick message. With that...

“When did you start fucking McKenzi without me?” Kyle asked. My semen was still drying on his chest as we lay together on the bed in my apartment. My brow furrowed in mock confusion. “Is it a problem?” I said. “No,” he said, but I could hear the hesitation in him. “It’s just I didn’t know that you were. Like it’s a secret or something.” “You and I have this,” I said, trying to keep the defensive tone out of my voice and v...

Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dressed and cleaned to Mistress’s expectations. As well as keep everything tidy about himself. And honor the one rule. No climaxing without permission. Wet dreams were not in...

My son is finally sleeping! Everyone likes to tell you how rewarding, but exhausting, being a new mother is. And to be fair, they are right about that. But it’s still hard to understand the depth of that simple statement until you experience it first-hand. Watching my little six-month-old boy sleep for a moment before I leave his room warms my heart more than I ever would have imagined. But then as soon as I step out of h...