Walking into her house, Phoebe found it uncharacteristically quiet. No kids shouting or husband rummaging through the fridge. Just the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the living room, its small hand approaching 1. She dropped her purse on the side board in the foyer and kicked her heels off. Phoebe drank in the silence for a moment before digging her phone from her purse and tapping out a quick message. With that...

“When did you start fucking McKenzi without me?” Kyle asked. My semen was still drying on his chest as we lay together on the bed in my apartment. My brow furrowed in mock confusion. “Is it a problem?” I said. “No,” he said, but I could hear the hesitation in him. “It’s just I didn’t know that you were. Like it’s a secret or something.” “You and I have this,” I said, trying to keep the defensive tone out of my voice and v...

Slave Del Muerto was aching for days. Doing his chores and Keeping his Mistress’s affairs in order. She’d ordered five new Slave Dolls and it was his job to make their schedules. Arrange their lodgings and get them up in time for training every day, dressed and cleaned to Mistress’s expectations. As well as keep everything tidy about himself. And honor the one rule. No climaxing without permission. Wet dreams were not in...

My son is finally sleeping! Everyone likes to tell you how rewarding, but exhausting, being a new mother is. And to be fair, they are right about that. But it’s still hard to understand the depth of that simple statement until you experience it first-hand. Watching my little six-month-old boy sleep for a moment before I leave his room warms my heart more than I ever would have imagined. But then as soon as I step out of h...

Last Winter We had a long, cold winter last year, and there were times when I thought I would never feel warmth again. Mid-February was the worst. Late in February, the weather warmed a bit, and I was anxious to get out of the house. It had been a while since I had visited a good bookstore, so I headed down into the city to do some shopping. At the used bookstore, I scored a couple of Heinleins and an Asimov that I had be...

Holidays are awkward and surreal. There is all this expectation and hope, anxiety, and anticipation. Much like one’s first time. First time in love. First time having sex. It was probably why I chose this exact season to be deflowered. I had waited long enough for it, over thirty years. I was hoping to wait 'til marriage but learning I was polyamorous, that was probably not going to happen given the current laws only reco...

She came home right when he was due to wake up. The short, white frilly dress, brushed against her bronze, sun-kissed thighs as she got out of the taxi with her tiny gold and black designer purse. Her open-toed shoes click-clacked as she jogged up the paved sidewalk leading to the small bungalow house. Trying to keep her cunt as clenched tight as she could, she dropped the purse and kicked off the sandals at the door, the...

Our first Valentine’s day came around when Jake and I had barely been together for two months. He told me that day that he wanted me to be his submissive. He would command and control me; I was to obey and serve. And he specifically wanted to own my orgasms. He would allow or disallow them, and when we had sex I would have to wait till the last moment before asking him for an orgasm; and he would decide then if I could go...