The sky was clear, the sun shone, and Bertie was standing back in the apartment that he shared with his girlfriend. He rolled his neck as he stepped through the door – the heavy snow had forced him into staying at his mother’s house for the last two days, and her guest bed was far more rigid than the mattress he was used to. While he appreciated having a place close to work where he could stay, he was far happier getting...

We went down a few steps to the heavy door of an unassuming building, one of many in the semi-abandoned harbour. I was not paying much attention to the sketchy but boring surroundings, preferring to check Eric's ass – it looked good in these jeans. "Here we are. Do you remember the safe word, just in case?" he asked me. I snorted derisively before seeing assuring him I did. If that helped him maintain his silly little fan...

Scrolling for spirals to make herself feel better, Madam reached for her tumbler of scotch and tipped back another swig. Nothing was really satisfying, and she felt more depressed and empty than was healthy to feel. She didn’t want to go through the whole bottle, and she hated having flashbacks this bad, it happened every year during this month - her month. Memories of when it was good with someone who wasn’t around anymo...

Weeks passed, and Troy and I continued to spend plenty of time together. We would often meet for dinner after I got off work and before he started a shift at the bar. On the rare occasions when our work schedules permitted us to do more, we would sometimes go to the movies, and I discovered Troy enjoyed all kinds of films, including dramas, which were my favorite. As the weather became more spring-like, I also accompanied...

“Did I say you could touch your cock?” she inquired, sternly. “That belongs to me.” He raised an eyebrow, then nodded obediently, leaning back to savor her wicked oral skills. Simultaneously slipping a finger into his ass while pushing his cock down her throat rendered him incapable of holding back. He came hard, violently shooting his seed into her throat. “Holy Fuck!” he gasped; the intensity of his orgasm left him shud...

Sir Elizabeth lay naked on a cushioned, inclined bench on one of Heartgarden Castle’s many verandas. A roaring fire in the veranda’s hearth kept it pleasant, even as the sun set and a winter breeze rustled the treetops of the courtyard beyond. Twelve aspirants were gathered around her, the wide skirts of their gowns competing for space. Each one held a large silk scarf in his delicate, gloved hands, and fluttered it regul...

Zack Sports and beer were an escape from Zack’s busy day, but tonight, Goddess Harmony corrupted his evening routine. He couldn’t believe that not only did he meet her in person, but she was friends with his daughter, Maria. Was she going to tell Maria that her powerful, rich father was nothing but a simp? No, she wouldn’t do that… would she? Zack did his best to rid the thoughts from his mind, which included more alcohol...

"Send him in," Zack Sharpe said from behind his mahogany desk. Being the CEO of one of the largest banks in the area had its perks, but there was never a day without a problem. His employee sheepishly walked in, and Zack motioned him to sit down in the hot seat. Dressed in a tailored power suit, and wearing designer glasses, Zack leaned forward, giving the employee all his attention. "I've been told you're having credit p...

“Will you be accompanying me tomorrow morning, my lady?” Gabriel asked, busying himself with the oil lamp beside Sir Elizabeth’s bed, preparing to douse it for the night. “Leave it,” Elizabeth stopped him. “I want to look at you while I decide.” Gabriel stepped back from the flame and looked down at the toes of his high-heeled slippers instead, a warm glow starting in his cheeks. As usual, he was still fully dressed. It h...

“You want him on his knees when he’s dressed like this don’t you? Don’t be afraid to say what you feel, this is a safe place. My dungeon is a safe space.” Domina Cassie said softly as she circled Mrs. Gillespie like a shark. Yolande Gillespie stared at her husband. “He would look better … on his knees, dressed like that.” “Command him to his knees then.” “Kneel at my feet, husband,” Yolande said easier than she thought th...

Dear Sir Elizabeth, In recognition of your recent exemplary service to Her Majesty, you are cordially invited to winter at the Heartgarden, and to select for yourself one permanent consort from among the most beautiful and highly trained aspirants in the realm. Congratulations, brave hero. From the desk of the Headmistress Heartgarden Castle This was not something Elizabeth had ever hoped or planned for. The Royal Heartga...