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Abstract: His Domme demands he meet her at lunchtime; but not to
eat.
He hurried to her apartment as soon as he could. The message on
his pager had just said, “Be here soonest for lunch.” When she opened
the door for him, she quietly pointed to the side room where the
computer and her toys were kept. Knowing the …
Guy’s small house party was going well. It was a small game night
among his close friends. Guy’s new girlfriend, Mindy, was serving cheese
and crackers while Lillian, Shelly, Fuschia, Maria, Srinivas, Eric, Gamila,
Al, Chin, Sue, and Eileen played Trivial Pursuit in the living room. Fran,
Ginny, Eric, and Bhavna played cards in the dining room. And Pierre
entertained …
Sipping her vanilla milkshake, she sat at the bright white
formica table in Baskin-Robbins in her cheerful pink sweater,
waiting for the pedophile. The song on the radio reminded her of
a tune she had heard once in her father’s antique collection of
phonograph records. As she listened, the melody reminded her of
the ancient playback device, the slow rotation, …
“Wanna hear something really funny?” I asked Mike, looking at him
over my fourth rum and coke.
“What’s that?” he smiled at me, shuffling a deck of cards just to
keep his hands busy while we talked. He’d been teaching me how to play
cribbage and I’d been losing.
“I never knew Evelyn’s last name,” I said. “Isn’t that weird?”…
Read More →Although the need for it had passed nearly a century ago with the death
of his first chief engineer, David still paused at the door to his own
office and knocked. When he was satisfied that there was nobody inside,
he took his seat behind his desk and turned on the terminal, listening
to the familiar *beep*.
“This is a …
Read More →“Good evening, Miss Cornell. My name is Ellie. If you’d like to take all
your clothes off, and lie face down on the couch under the towel, I’ll be
back with you in just a second.”
Ellie is younger than any of the masseuses I’ve had before. Nineteen maybe,
twenty max. Prettier too. Petite, but with a full little body …
I glanced up from my drink and saw her across the bar. She was the one
for tonight. Dark brown hair with a few lighter streaks falling just
past her shoulders. Cute face, just a little round in that baby fat
sort of way. Her eyes suggested a small amount of Asian heritage, but
the bright blue color stood out …
I was running late. As I walked home besides the park I knew my
boyfriend was going to be furious. I had told him I would be home an
hour ago. How was I suppose to know my boss had other plans for me.
Last minute paperwork.
“It would only take you a minute.” he told me. Yeah right. An …
Read More →“She does love you. Perhaps too much.”
Simon’s voice still carried the same self-confidence that Steven
remembered from the only other time he had heard it. His thumb hovered
over the “End” button, an instant away from silencing him. Instead, he
pulled the car to the side of the road, unable to look away from
Elyse’s name staring back at …
I read a book when I was a kid, it was about a boy in ancient Rome and how he was made a slave and spent the next twenty years being dragged across Europe. I always remember that story because it so closely mirror’s my own existence. I say existence because I don’t believe what I have endured since my …
Read More →I was a cute young, naive college co-ed, and she was handsome.
I’d never felt attracted to a woman before or since, but she put
off a masculine kind of vibe, and I found myself drawn to her.
She smiled at me from the other side of the classroom, and then
turned her attention back to our boring chemistry professor.…
I had the late shift and that meant the stopovers who’d offended Principle Hawkins. I’d drawn this period as I was the newest and youngest of the college’s teachers.
It all meant that at twenty two I was barely four years older than the girls sitting sullenly in the now deserted library.
There was Camilla Cordage, ‘Double C’ to her …
Read More →The marionette set-up with Ginger was hot.
Six spring-retractable lines came down from the ceiling and attached
to her wrists, ankles, a collar and pelvic harness. Ginger moved
around the bed a bit stiffly to pretend she was being controlled by
the strings. I piled some pillows up at the head of the bed and leaned
back, naked, into them. …
Becca startled as her desk phone snagged her attention away from the
document she was writing at work.
“This is Becca,” she answered in a crisp tone.
“Hi, it’s me,” the soft and silky female voice said.
“Where’ve you been? I called you at work and you didn’t answer!”
“I took the day off. I had some errands to run.”…
Read More →Walter owned a hotel, a Grand Hotel.
He was actually a minority stockholder, but his business
partners were interested in money, not hotels.
As long as profits remained adequate. It was his hotel.
It was a miracle, Walter had never been busted for
sexual harassment. He regularly fucked the majority of his female
employees.
Perhaps he had escaped because it …