Della dropped Frank's keys into her purse as she entered his apartment. Trailing behind her, Frank stood bewildered, watching as she strode about the place, through his kitchen/living room and down the short hallway, like an admiral inspecting a ship. Having admitted to Della (and to himself) only moments before that to serve her as her cunt-lapping lackey was his only desire, Frank was dazed. He stood, waiting in a stupe...

My phone pings. “Daddy” flashes up on the display. I smile instinctively. Opening the message quickly, I read, “Do you remember your safe word, baby girl?” My heart skips a beat, my breath quickens, my pussy aches. “Yes, Daddy.” I reply. Today I am at home. Home is a romantic little cottage in the countryside. It is quaint and cosy. Wonderful wisteria adorns the walls. The lavender flowers cascading like purple raindrops....

Everything happened so quickly that I had no idea what I was doing or why, but it turned out to be exactly what I wanted. Let us go back a little. Every night, I was at the local where I worked, wearing my short skimpy outfit, trying to come up with some good tips to get some food on the table. My arse was barely covered by the ripped shorts I was wearing, and the see-through top revealed my tender breasts to any eager-ey...

“Threads We Weave” Friday rolled in thick, the Costco meat room grinding—blades whining, blood streaking my apron, hands slicing on autopilot. Last night stuck to me—soft, warm, her in my arms, bedroom floor gritty with dirt, that rare ember catching where I didn’t expect. It wasn’t Kate, wasn’t the basement’s burn, but it was something, humming low under my ribs as I worked, clock dragging toward break. Kate’s text from...

I never planned on taking this trip. This wasn’t a journey I ever intended to embark on. I just found myself wandering, a little lost, searching. Unsure what I wanted. Unsure what I needed. However, somehow I found myself here, here at this roundabout, revolving, on a perpetual loop. The spinning leaves me conflicted. It is fun, it is carefree, the forces at work are invigorating and stimulating. They leave me begging for...

“First Steps Unseen” The stairs creaked like old bones under me as I hauled Kate down into the basement, her blindfold—that black satin scrap I’d tied too tight—shutting out everything but my grip on her. My hand locked around her wrist, her pulse slamming against my fingers, fast, alive, a drumbeat I could feel in my gut. Each step down—steep, narrow, a goddamn trap—dragged me further from the life I’d been choking on fo...

It was just before daybreak and Tonii stood alone in the kitchen. It was the first time in as long as she could remember that she cooked breakfast only for herself. The oatmeal simmered in the pan and she stirred without thinking. She was dressed lightly, her barely-transparent nightgown - and nothing else - clinging to her figure and cutting off around the mid-thigh. Normally at this hour, she’d be up and fully clothed,...

The music faded and lights slowly dimmed as a visual cue for the ensuing act. A man dressed in a white linen outfit leisurely strolled through the crowd and made his way to the centre of the exhibition hall. He walked up to a single white chair which was lit up under a beam of bright, white light coming from directly above it. The hall darkened while the crowd organically formed a makeshift circle around the spotlit chair...

'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...

She messages me all the time. My heart smiles with love and warmth every time I see her words. They are more than words. They touch all my senses. I can see her. I can hear her. I can smell her. I can taste her. I can feel her. She’s miles away. Across the oceans. Across the stars. But she’s next to me. Always. We were meant to find each other. The universe always finds its way. She’s not mine. She belongs to another. The...

Bryan's perspective: Eva is crawling in front of me, completely naked. Her husband is holding her leash. I know it's a dream, but my emotion is no less real. Especially when her husband threatens to fuck her in the ass. And yet, Eva seems to be dripping wet. "Oh yes, master, I want your big cock in my little hole. Please!" I don't know whether she's talking to me or her husband, but in any case, she's wriggling like a bit...

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...

Tom's office was a bastion of power and wealth, the mahogany desk gleaming under the soft glow of the pendant lights. He was a man of routine, his sharp gaze flitting over the latest policy briefs, his fingers deftly tapping on the keyboard. Yet, amidst the political maelstrom that was his life, his thoughts often drifted to the clandestine world of desire that fueled his evenings. A discreet dating site on his encrypted...