I parked near the entrance to the footpath and stepped out into the crisp spring air. The early morning sunlight filtered through the forest. ​Normally, I was alone on my dawn runs, but as I popped in my earbuds, I noticed you sitting in a truck at the far corner of the parking lot. You didn’t look over at me; you were too interested in your phone. ​I hated running, but the endorphin rush was sometimes better than sex. So...

The doorbell’s chime sliced through the quiet house, a sudden, innocent sound that sent a jolt of pure lightning straight to Lenora’s cunt. Her hand, which had been idly tracing the neckline of her blouse, stilled. Two weeks. Two weeks of trying to forget the heavy, musky scent of a stranger in the dark, the rough feel of a calloused hand over her mouth, the terrifying, thrilling stretch of a cock so much bigger than Ed’s...

The popcorn smelled like fake butter and regret. Lenora slumped in the stiff theater seat, nursing the last dregs of her wine buzz and the fresh irritation of being right. On screen, some CGI robot punched another CGI robot. Crunch. Slam. Twenty minutes in, and from her left came the familiar, soft puff-puff-puff of Ed’s snoring. Unbelievable. She’d told him. She’d fucking told him this would happen. Another midnight movi...

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...

??? 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...

Kitten Ha! Running from the cops always gets my blood pumpin’. I was practically dry humping Mistress as we slipped through the gate that surrounded the mansion. Didn’t even have the focus to wonder if Red and Wolf got caught. Fuck it, that’s a problem for Juniper if it comes up. She’ll bail them out. But I was going to be very busy. “Did you have fun, Kitten?” She held me close, had been cuddly with me all night. Letting...

Kitten God damn, I felt fuckable. Mistress’ tailor had gone all out on my costume. I bounced around and skipped along to see how it felt. Frickin’ adorable! It was a shame that it wasn’t gonna survive the night. Not if my Big Bad Wolf performed how I wanted anyway. “Anxious, Kitten?” Mistress was fiddling with my basket, not in a fun way, like the prop that went with my costume. The unassuming picnic basket was important....

The Wolf ‘Saturday, 11:00 PM. The Bench.’ There was no way I could make it. It was ridiculous to even consider it. I stared at the thumb drive in my palm knowing full well I could never go. After all, it was my fifth anniversary. I already had plans with my fiancée. There’s no way I could sneak away to cheat on Red. It was wrong on every level. That’s exactly what I was telling myself as I double-checked my headphones and...

I remember watching a woman audition for Pop Idol on TV and within twenty seconds of her making a fool of herself in front of Simon Cowell, I had to leave our family living room to escape the pain of embarrassment. It was the first time I recognised my great fear: humiliation. Seeing a person being embarrassed causes me distress and actual physical discomfort, and these symptoms are supercharged when I am the subject of a...