Dr. Sloan was driving us across the country to visit my polycule. She was the closest thing I had to a Caregiver. In this day and age, a Kinky Lifestyle Little like me couldn’t be picky. The State had a huge nation-wide curfew on travelling this time of year. Dr. Sloan had connections. Dr. Sloan, who told me, many times, to call her by her first name, Lakshmi, had to make one simple phone call and all was taken care of. S...

“I’m so alone, I’m sick of scrolling past the same lost eyes and sad faces on this damn app, come rescue me and we can go to a haunted house tonight,” Oxy said into the phone which lay next to his head on the pillow. “You realize how short notice this is? How do you know I’m not already out?” “If you were already out, you wouldn’t have picked up the damn phone. C’mon, Tazon, let’s do something! It’s fucking Halloween. I’m...

My heart doesn't love right It yearns and aches edging itself with tears Waiting to be loved back In the Time Zone of "Unrequited Always" For Months ...sometimes Years Sometimes Longer. Like Forever. *** Never the dream And barely the fantasy Always outside everyone’s - Risk profile - Boundaries - Kink Limits - Comfort Zone - Politics - Orientation - Geographical Location - Patience - Lifestyle Choice - Aesthetic Preferen...

"Count your stripes." The Dominatrix stroked her whip, gazing at the kneeling submissive. "Ten, Mistress, I count ten." "Good girl. That is your allotted orgasm ration for the year. Use them wisely. You know the price if you want more." "Thank you, Mistress." "You've bled for me, Now, you belong to me. Your allotment will be added to the Ledger. As a member of this House, your marks are to be visible at all times." Using...

I was in college. It was a state college, with everything that came with it: wild parties, sororities and fraternities, and random people who were assigned to be your roommates. It was also summer. I stayed on during the summer to take summer classes for a very silly and sad reason. I wanted to have access to the internet. I didn’t have it back home, you see, and going home for the summer meant a lot of boredom and restle...

The slate gray of this timeline was exactly the reason why HQ sent him here. He had to be Johnny Appleseed. He had to sow seeds of purpose in the nooks and crannies of timelines like this. That was his mission, as an Algorithm Adept. Sometimes being a chaos mage with a marketable libido was a blessing and a curse for the amount of work he had to do. But someone had to do it. Finding an unmarked back alley in this Wastelan...

Brooks was at his wit’s end, between her flashbacks and her mood swings he was running out of options. He dialed the number he was told to dial only in the direst emergencies. And then waited. He’d grabbed a bottle of wine and found a hidden corner in the house, trying not to wince too hard when he heard things crashing and breaking, or her screaming. It was only about twenty to thirty minutes before he arrived. Slipping...

Kneeling in the silence of the cathedral, the nun was praying in her pew. “E Nomine Patri, et fili---” “Yawwwwwn,” crooned a loud dramatic, silence-disturbing voice. The nun clenched her teeth and prayed louder. “Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy …” “Penis, the holy staff I honor, for all my days and long wet nights, I swear to always swallow--” The nun whipped her rosary around toward the voice. “Shut. Up,”...

Ida Claire Sinewood was up to her nose in paperwork. Normally, the sound of the newsroom ambience was the only thing she wanted to listen to all day. There was something comforting about the never-ending phone calls, the clicky clack of fast typing, overhearing snippets of muttered conversations; the sounds of hurried footsteps to get to the printer, to get another cup of coffee, to run out to get the latest scoop, or the...

Karson helped Sebastian get some of the camera equipment set up to avoid any technical difficulties or mishaps. Quynh made his way toward the curtain, but he glanced back at Abner on his knees waiting in the slut circle. Abner looked back at him and the look in Quynh’s eyes made his body feel tense with anticipation. It was only a moment, but that moment was potent with some kind of promise or hope and then the other man...

Abner hated holidays. He saw them as a capitalistic scam to get more money and to feed the egregoric machine that is Consumerism. He had to work a cog job to support his family. And he did it well. No one starved or wore clothes so threadbare to incite shame and jeering from others. He considered himself doing well. A good provider, a good father. He was doing everything right. He had a loving and supportive polycule and...

Khalil reclined on the chair, hands behind his head, legs spread and staring at the screen as we watched the movie. I couldn’t focus, all I could think about was fuck he’s gorgeous. But what came out of my mouth before I could hold the words back was, “Can I play with your dick?” He didn't even blink, he just unfastened his belt and said, ‘Knock yourself out.” My eyes widened with disbelief but I exhaled a giggle that was...

Sherry Crane fidgeted in her pamp as she watched her husband of thirty years pack the diaper bag for their trip. “I don’t need that many pamps!” she pouted. Ananda glanced up at her over his glasses. “I’d rather have them than not. Drink your bottle.” “Humpf.” Sucking on the nipple of her bottle, she bit and pulled on the nipple, giving soft growls of frustration. Ananda looked up again. “Hey! Hey, be nice to the bottle....

The strings of cum from forty different men smashed into his ass, again and again and again as Dean fucked his cumdump of a boyfriend he’d rented out for the night to his fraternity. He was the last cock of the night. Ben, the cumdump bottom, was clinging on to that edge with all he had left. “Dripping sir.” “Yes.” Thrust “You” Thrust “Fucking...” Thrust “Are!” Dean’s pounding was merciless. His calloused grip held Ben’s...

Blackberry sweet tea was set on the table in a glass pitcher. The early morning light caught the clink of the ice in the dark liquid like some bizarre prism. "She gon' land safe. She gon' land safe. I just know it, I swear 'fore god, she gon' land safe. Just gotta wait for her to get here. I made her tea, I made her tea, she gon be here for this tea. She gotta... she gon' be here for this tea." Mary paced as she rubbed he...