Anne pressed the thorn into her palm until a bloom of blood pooled like a fallen raindrop in the lined land of her soft, satin-skinned hand. She breathed a small clandestine sigh of exquisite pleasure. This esoteric joy was what she called ‘the bright pain’. It made her sweat in her delicate places. It was her nightly ritual, as she sat on the sofa near the crackling fireplace in her bed chambers. As the night yawned deep...

This adventure has gone on longer than I ever imagined. From the humble beginnings of an innocent blowjob (Chapter 1), I am currently satisfying the needs of two mature ladies, and a child of mine is due to be born soon. I started writing this series after my wife’s cousin confirmed her pregnancy. There is a long backstory that I will quickly summarise for new readers. I was initially employed as a breeding male for my wi...

Russian Roulette is an Immortal’s Game. Anyone who tells you otherwise either has a death wish or is just flat-out fucking stupid. I’ve been both, I know the type. So, when this bitch with beady eyes and greasy blonde hair came into the warehouse, everyone could smell the mortality on her like the sound of a pulse in a den of vampires. Not that any of us were that kind of immortal. Well, one was but he had his own blood d...

Veronica was a top producer at one of the most elite brothels in Nevada. Sometimes men would wait several hours for the opportunity to see her, ignoring the propositions of less popular girls. This natural beauty had a seductive aura about her, an asset that nullified any need to flaunt or strut to get attention. She dressed conservatively for a prostitute, disdaining flash in favor of secretarial styles with a sexy flair...

“Yeah. Maybe later. I’m at a friend’s. The drive-thru girl I told you about.” I blinked, staring at her back, her bare ass perched comfortably on the edge of my bed, my head nestled comfortably on my pillow. Yawning, I noticed she had her cell phone out. ‘She’, by the way, was Violet. The girl I didn’t really have any feelings for, despite that my pulse was suddenly racing at the sight of her. Despite that the last thing...

"Stay put." His direct, piercing eye contact and gravelly tone made it very clear that this was a command and not a request. A first order masochist, I sat back down on my hard chair and embraced the stinging burn, while I waited for him to shake hands and dismiss people at the door. I tilted my head down and closed my eyes as the room grew silent. The door clicked shut and the soft swoosh of the descending window blinds...

I was taking quick peaks over my shoulders in each direction outside my cubicle walls between feverish strokes of makeup that I hadn't had time to apply before I left my apartment this morning. Another late night had left me short on sleep and thus short on time. Once I realized I'd turned off my alarm in a half-asleep still-buzzed daze, it was a mad dash to spray my wild wavy locks with dry shampoo and run fingers throug...

I listen as Karen teases me.“There could be dark shadowy strangers following every footstep we take,” she says in a breathless voice.Nonchalantly, I reply, “Ready to materialize noiselessly and slip telephone numbers into our pockets.”We hurry along. Karen seems in a rush to get to our destination. She offers tantalizing comments about the person waiting for her.“I do think you will remember, there was the orgy you came t...

The last bus left just as I turned the corner of the street. I run after it, my heels clattering on the pavement, making me think briefly about the clattering of hooves on the cobbled streets of times long gone. Long gone, like my last bus is gone. I reach the bus stop and stare after the bus. “Another one will be along soon enough,” a deep voice says and I look round and see a tall, slim man, slightly older than me, with...

Ophelia Pennywise was not someone you would consider beautiful, but at first glance, ‘plain’ was the description that came to mind. She had a pretty, angular face with high, sculpted cheekbones. Larger than normal brown eyes, and an aquiline nose, would have given her a regal look were it not for the fact that she never wore make-up. Lips that had never seen lipstick surrounded an interesting mouth that seemed to naturall...

Ashley left her room with a yawn as she flattened her pajamas. “He’s not home,” she mused, walking down the hallway as she played with her black t-shirt. She wandered over to the bathroom, looking around at the post-shower mess in there. Her eyes started scanning the room, lingering on the pair of boxers next to the hamper. She crouched down and picked them up, playing with the cloth before raising it to her nose. “It sme...

The alarm clock went off and James reached across the bed in exhaustion from last night’s exploits. Moriah twitched and moaned in her sleep, her body begging her not to get up. James shook Moriah awake after waiting five minutes. “Honey, it’s time to get up. Today’s the big day, and you are going to be late if you wait any longer.” Moriah growled and lifted her head up to see the neon green numbers on the clock that read...

I'd like to start out by saying I was twenty and he was thirty-one. Just a regular weekday, but I was overcome with anticipation at the promise of my boyfriend, who I called Daddy, being home that night. He had gone away for a week long trip and I couldn't wait to see him and have his big cock take control of me once more. A week had been agony. I had woken up with my heart pounding from excitement, my pussy already tingl...

How did I find myself here? Staring up at the darkened ceiling, waiting. The flickering of countless candles scattered about the room causing the shadows to jump about the walls. Each time I assume the shifting forms that frolic at the side of my vision are you, but my heart sinks in disappointment when I glimpse the nebulous forms laughing at my frustration. The ruffle of a nearby candle flame breaks the quiet calmness &...