Bruises Stories

"Spank me sometime?" -Cherry I have never been one for subtleties. I like getting straight to the point, and I like getting what I want. Why waste time beating around the bush? Life's too short. These are the phrases I repeat in my mind. That's my philosophy. Sure, it's blunt, but it's a method that works for me. When I want something, I go for it. What I wanted was to be bent over a man's lap, feeling his strong hands on...

He held my breasts in a somewhat brutal grip — and brutal was just what I needed. Because he knew me so well, he sensed something was amiss when I walked into his home. I tried to deny it, but my life had been stress-filled for weeks, spinning out of control, and nothing I did seemed to set it right.  Neither of us spoke as he took my hand and slowly led me through the kitchen and down the steps to his bedroom. At the las...

I stood in his room, very nervous and aware that you could hear a pin drop in the house. Not good. He looked at me with those eyes of his, a dark, solid brown. The colour made them piercing and intense. He looked so serious that it pushed my heart up into my throat. He was so much taller than me, his body lean and powerful. God, what a body. But when he looked down on me with that expression on his face, all I could see w...