Here I stand,Bound to you,Chained by history,Restrained by love.  Your words strike me,Ripping through my flesh,Marking me with your pain.  I alone take it,Welcoming your rage,Encouraging the hurt,All for your comfort.  She is rebellious and mocking,Backing you into a corner,Needing to lash out at her,Yet punishing me instead. The poor provincial whipping post,Take, take, take,Leaving me scarred and bleeding.  She sees no...

Stumbling into my bedroom I kick off those hateful, yet amazingly sexy heels. The hardwood is cool and refreshing as I start to feel the sweat cling to my flesh. The club had felt like a hundred degrees with all those sweaty bodies pressed together, grinding on one another as they danced the night away.  My muscles are tightening now that my body realizes I’m no longer in the middle of that crowd. I’ll feel it in the morn...

“That’s enough,” the woman snapped and slapped his hand away. His cock stayed hard, tall, and proud. It jerked slightly and was already dripping pre-cum. Cliff closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. He knew if he didn’t get control she was going to be angry. “Sorry, Mistress Shar,” he said softly. “You’re borderline useless, you know that right?” “Yes, ma’am.” Her words flowed over his already heated skin...

Laurie moaned as the hand tightened around her neck. The man above her was wearing a ski mask and he slammed into her with such force, it bordered on painful. Her fingers curled around his wrist and looked into his eyes. “Tighter,” she whispered and felt his grip tighten. “Harder.” “Jesus, Laurie,” the man said in disgust. He released her and pulled out, leaving her aching and empty. Laurie’s one hand slipped between her...

You are toxic,Stepping in and out of my life,Treating me as your own personal retreat. You're all consuming. Taking your fill until there is nothing left,Nothing left but an empty shell,Leaving me to heal,To salvage the damage that you cause. How do you feel?Do you see it?Has leaving me broken made you better?Stronger perhaps?Of course, it has. The destroyer of me,Eater of my mind,Breaker of my soul,Not once but multiple...

Wolfe ran his fingers through his thick wavy black hair and looked over at the large manila envelope in his passenger seat. He had been sitting in his car for over thirty minutes trying to will himself to go into the bar that had just officially become his. Not that he had wanted the bar. He had never wanted anything to do with the bar or his angry, alcoholic father that had passed away almost a week ago. Wolfe was an onl...

I heard the front door open followed by the sound of her keys fall into the bowl by the door. A slight tremble ran through my body. I had been worked up all day and all I could think about was having her hands on me, but I was nervous. This morning before she left, she made sure I was a needy mess, waking me with her tongue. She was licking me slowly, almost lazily, like she had all the time in the world. God, I wish that...

My wife and I had just settled on the couch with snacks to watch our favorite show when I noticed her fidgeting with her fingers. Heather only did that when she was nervous, but I knew not to push her so instead I turned and smiled at her. She flashed me that big beautiful smile then leaned back in her spot and propped her feet on my lap. “He’s not gonna die,” Heather said for the hundredth time tonight. I rubbed her feet...