I dreaded the knock on the door. It was the fifth of the month, and I knew exactly who it was. No point in delaying this, I opened and looked upward. I’m not a short man, but our landlord had been a basketball player in college, and he was a good head taller than me. He gave me a stern look, “Mr. Brambles, did you happen to lose track of what day it is?” I felt like a schoolboy being scolded by the principal. “Sorry, Fran...

Sonya writhed in satisfaction as I withdrew my cock from her sticky pussy. She clenched my cock greedily as I pulled out, causing me to spurt and the remains of an ample load over her bald cunt. Grabbing my cock by the base, I smeared it across her soft mound, the hint of hair not yet visible, tickling my shaft as I did. I let go of my dick and licked the slurry of our mutual juices from my fingers. “Fuck, you’re tasty.”...

It was her eyes. Such a pretty, pale blue magnified by her thick glasses. And the way she was looking up at me when she stammered out, “P-please, Mr. Hook. Will you teach me how to please you?” How could I ignore such a sweet request? I looked down at her, already so obediently on her knees. Her blonde hair was tied in two pigtails, which I bounced in my palms before tightening my grasp around them. “Why do you want to le...

Red The musicians plucked away, creating a dreamy atmosphere for my fairytale. Only had a few seconds to whisper my instructions. It was a gamble. Going to need control on Wolf’s part. And honestly, I’m not sure how much of that he has left. When I touched his shoulder and whispered into his ear, I could feel the desperation radiating off him. A bit fucking worried about that, I don’t need him going off script. Not that I...

Wolf This place is a trip. Annabel and Lorenzo were setting the mood. They were Mistress’ musicians, the ones who got angry with me when I tried to help with their instruments when they arrived. They were kind of stuffy, never really warming up to me after that. But fuck, when they performed they were otherworldly. Sitting on the edge of the stage, Lorenzo had dark skin and wore his salt and pepper hair in a jerry curl. H...

I had something special in mind for my little girl. She had been away for too long, and I had missed her. And everyone says that absence makes the heart grow fonder. It also seems to make the mind more creative. And I had one hell of a game for her. Now I can be patient. The wicked idea that had taken hold would be the main course for the evening. Something to be worked up to. It took some time to decide if it was a rewar...

??? Am I Wolf? Am I Vixen? Fuck, I have a real name too. Max. Is it my real name? That didn’t feel correct either. They hung off me like clothes that were tailored for someone else. I was having recurring dreams of Pussycat Park. Earlier in the week, I only woke up anxious with a vague sense of what I had been dreaming. But it kept getting clearer, and last night it was incredibly vivid. It started on the bus, the one I t...

“Frankie, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” I asked myself out loud, longing to hear any other fucking human voice. Or anything. Something was off with this island. It was too god damned quiet. I was running medicine, bought at Canadian wholesale prices for pennies and sold by the ‘off books’ pharmacies for cheap. I make a mint and the poor American saps don’t have to pay no fuckin’ huge copay. Everybody wins....

Red Damn, Mommy had a nasty scowl. Been giving me the stink eye ever since I said I didn’t want her around tonight. In fact, she seems to have taken thirty minutes out of her busy fucking day to stand there and tap her foot while trying to will me to change my decision. “You can keep trying to beat me down with that fucking look, but I’m not budging. I don’t want you here.” Tap, tap, tap. Scowl. “Listen, it’s not like I’m...

She had always worn pretty dresses for me. With delicate fabrics, petticoats, frills, and lace. And of course the ribbons. I bought her ribbons of all colors; I enjoyed tying them for her. She would smile at me demurely, knowing the dark and perverse feelings her innocence brought out in me. She had joked that I would like it if she wore nothing but ribbons. She had giggled and meant to laugh it off, but I couldn’t shake...

After returning from Lilly’s home, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was weird. To have gone into her house in the night, fucked her, and just left her lying there with my cum dripping out of her slit. Didn’t even say goodbye. Of course that was part of the deal. I didn’t know if the normal pleasantries would count as ‘casual conversation,’ something strictly forbidden by article two of Lilly’s contract. Fuck,...

Kitten ‘Kitten, My dearest and most precious girl, Mommy misses you terribly. I know this party is not going as it normally does, but I ask you to trust in me and make sure the others do as well. I have something truly special planned. I know I have not given you the attention you deserve. If I had more time, I would have handled Red much slower and taken time to enjoy you as well. She is not a replacement. She is your si...

I had peeled myself away from you. I wanted to hold you till sunrise, but nature called. I used the bathroom, washed my hands, and took a few minutes to clean some crusty messes out of my pubic hair. Fondly remembering how that had gotten there. I went back to join you in the bed. And under the moonlight that poured in the window, I was struck by your beauty. Honestly, you were a mess, but a beautiful one. Your hair is ta...

Red I had slept most of the day. Kept waking up to nightmares. I couldn’t remember exactly what was happening. All I know is when my eyes shot open I was thinking of her. The terrifying goddess who made me her plaything. Mommy. Mistress. And despite the ragged breathing and chill that ran through my body, my fingers were plunged into my pussy. And in a puddle of my own cold sweat, I would whimper and play with myself. Fuc...

“Remember, acting is all in the eyes! They are the windows to the soul.” When I had desperately begged my Mother for acting classes in middle school, that was the first thing they taught me. And it’s one hundred percent true. You can tell an entire story with your eyes alone, but it takes talent and practice. I had come to Los Angeles with the dream of being a great actress. I was damn good at it, studying all the greats....