Charlotte reclines on the dining table, an envision of exotic beauty, legs spread over my shoulders with her thong drawn taut against her pussy. The remainder of her porcelain skin lays bare yet teasingly shrouded by her silken ebony tresses. My tongue traces the sodden, black cotton line before I nip it between my teeth and tug away. "Now obey... every word," my seductress breathes, caressing her clitoris once more with...

Her face and red hair plastered with cum, the torn remnants of her slutty dress in a crumpled heap on the floorboards of the limo, Gwen’s libido exploded in fury, consuming her psyche, commanding her body, and forcing all thoughts, except sexual ones, from her mind. The broad, leather collar around her neck made her feel possessed, a constant reminder that she had voluntarily submitted her will, relinquishing it to anothe...

Up until now, I hadn't felt ready for fatherhood. At only eighteen, it had been a daunting prospect to step up to the task of caring for another, and selfishly, I've enjoyed being answerable to no one but myself for all this time. Yet, as I stare down at my tiny daughter stirring in my arms, a lump rises in my throat and all my built-up doubt shifts. I can no longer imagine my life without her. "It seems she has her dada...

Hypocrite. That word is embedded in my fading moments. Until now, I'd rejected the notion of a God or anything existing beyond our mortal plane - That the life we're born into is the only one we'll ever know, and once it's over, that's it. Game over. Non-existence for the rest of eternity. Our time isn't guaranteed, and there's no room for second chances, reincarnation, ghosts or spirits, so we must ensure that every seco...

I was floating on a sea of honey, which was a bittersweet feeling. Martin always did this as a parting gift when he left on business, and Little Bird must have heard our orgasms through the wall. Awoken early, I could not doze: my heart ached with his absence. Showered, I fished one of his work shirts from the laundry, smelling of him. You might think that was quirky at the least, perhaps a bit disgusting, but I needed hi...

You’ll call me Miss. At school, Miss was a terrible student. It wasn’t that I was stupid or incapable; it was that I could never find the motivation to apply my effort, not to the subjects they teach in schools. There was just one branch of learning that Miss threw herself into with enthusiasm. At least it was learning for me. I tirelessly honed and perfected what I called my ‘brattitude’. Being a brat, to Miss, is more t...

It was a fine line, Tom realized, between ogling the scene playing out in front of him and trying to not conspicuously look away. He was at a spanking party at the local BDSM dungeon, and in front of him a very petite college-age-looking girl was draped naked over the lap of a slightly older twenty-something girl wielding a leather paddle. The younger of the two was crying incoherently while the other was working her bott...

We - I - don’t plan these weekends. It’s impossible to predict when the mood will strike me, but when it does… First, I leave a subtle sign for you, like placing those boots on the stairs this morning; an undisguised hint that, this weekend, you are going to be the pet of the house, my dear. You refer to them as my ‘bitch boots’, and you have a delightfully entertaining love-hate relationship with them. They are kept for...

Christine was a thirty-eight-year-old mother going through a rough patch in her life. Over the past few months, she had separated from her husband and seen her son leave out of state for college. She was alone and didn’t know what was next for her. One side of her missed the life she used to have and the other side was excited at the possibilities of a fresh start. Her life as a married mother had distanced her from all t...