* * * Beneath the dreary autumn clouds, I stood on the unfamiliar doorstep, tightly clutching my olive trench coat. The scent of my husband Eric's aftershave, caught on the coat, stung me with guilty shame. Ever since we met, in the final year of university, I have loved him with all my heart. Our friends always looked enviously at us as if we were the dream couple: Lea and Eric, the perfect husband and wife. In many ways...

To Redeem Myself * * * * * I knelt on the dark mahogany floor of the university's art gallery, which had once been the town's chapel. Against the exposed stone walls, an intimidating St Andrew's cross stood. I shuffled nervously, unable to pull my eyes away from it. A shameful warmth bloomed between my thighs. "Strip," Miss Sullivan called out, startling me. She sat on my desk with her long legs crossed, her verdant eyes...

****************************************** Graduation Day * * * * * After studying art for four long years, I was finally graduating. Fidgeting with my clothes, I stood on the stage with spotlights following me. My face wasn't red because of the speech I was about to give, though; public speaking does make me nervous. But I wore crimson cheeks because of the secret hidden beneath my graduation gown. I stepped up to the mi...

Trapped * * * For fuck's sake, they don't pay me enough for this shit. Lisa rubbed her brow after the Zoom meeting came to an end. It was just her luck that the shareholders waited until she was on holiday to demand yet another meeting to discuss last quarter's figures. Even Ray Charles could see why the figures were bad. The economy was tanking, people were spending less, and idiotic suits pushed out-of-touch policies; w...

Blindfolded, I lay in bed with my arms secured above. Ropes tighten and bite around my wrist. No words are spoken; no words are needed. Softly you kiss me and nibble my neck. I moan as you silence me with a gag; I'll need it before the night is through. Rampant lust courses through my veins, setting my once innocent soul ablaze. My worthless blouse is torn apart. Then you lick my nipples and claim me as yours. Finally, I'...

Moonlighting Beneath a Perverted Sky * * * ...13 new followers... ...4 earth-shattering orgasms, all fake, of course... ...1 short, disappointing private session... ...183 tokens gifted; just shy of her stream's first goal... ...All in all, just over £12.00 for over three hours... It was yet another failed stream. Frustrated, Stacy sighed as she looked over the evening's numbers. She dabbed her pussy with a soft towel as...

As if you were Aphrodite herself, you had stood in nothing but your lingerie, tantalising lace hugging your porcelain curves. Then with a kiss that bore a hint of divinity, you wrapped red satin around my eyes and bound my hands with crimson rope. My heart raced as the rope pinched my skin and drew my forearms together as if in devoted prayer. You made it tight, far tighter than last time when I wiggled free. Blindfolded...

I pulled the ropes tight to secure my prey to her dinner table and smiled at her eyes of fury. How many times had the roles been reversed when I was helplessly bound at her mercy? How many times had she corrected my poor behaviour and left me horny, planning my next mischief? But not tonight; no, because tonight I was in charge, and she was my toy. She muttered something from behind her gag, a curse no doubt, though no on...

'Tis the day decreed from her throne; Where all must wear that sacred colour. A symbol of undying devotion, An offering of our love and lust. From dawn till dusk, we'll obey her word. Whether it be a sexy thong, A cheeky Frenchie or maybe even, A crimson crotch rope—feeling oh, so divine. Whate'er the choice, wet we shall be, But only one is allowed to satisfy need. No excuses; no exceptions; Absolutely no complaining! To...

Tears stain my pillows as, beside me, I touch your phantom warmth. How am I to continue, knowing I can't venture where you now are? For a thousand agonising years my heart shall shatter, ne'er to reform. My love, how I miss you, wishing you'd stayed with me that snowy morn'. Tears stain my pillows as upon my wounded soul the dews of recollection do distil. Blessed thoughts returning of our time together, wrapped within ea...

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wondered how you got there? Fate, chance, destiny—call it what you wish; life is not random. There is no grand puppet master dictating our lives, allowing us to foolishly excuse ourselves of responsibility. No. Destiny is forged one step at a time. With every little choice and act, we create our future, and only we are accountable for what we make. For better or worse, th...

My student plays the melody anew, With graceful fingers that subtly prance, From white keys to black, then back again, While upon my ears, the chorus doth dance. Seated beside you I watch them move, With each delicate trill, I carefully follow, Yet from duty, my mind still wanders, That's the reason my praise will sound hollow. For it never was your gentle melodies, Which encaptured heart and soul, No, it was your fingers...

Before I lay bare my dreadful deeds for all to see and face complete condemnation for what I did, you must first listen. Let me tell you the truth so that you might understand, so that you might see why I did what I did. I'll confess everything. If you give me a chance to explain, you'll see I only did what I had to. I didn't have any choice. You would have done the same if you were in my place. You would have! Don't deny...

Yesterday, I walked by those silent woods, Where leaves turn yellow and upon the breeze do dance. O'er by his crossroads, dear, Mr. Frost still stood. Down each way, once more he cast his glance, And I wonder if he yet holds his same old stance. He had claimed that fateful morn'. That each way lay roughly the same But truly, of the eye is deception borne. For what does it matter if one held the better claim? If at the jou...

It was tradition to decorate the Christmas tree together for our party. Last year it was at Heidi's house, and before that, Dee's. This year, it was my turn. Everything began normally with the typical flirting and gossiping that ensued whenever we got together. But normality wouldn't last, because Sammy, my old mistress and lover, was joining us this year. I should have known how that would end. I really should have known...