Dice game Stories

“SUCK MY BALLS, ASSHOLE!” With one last excited pump of her arms, Kris opened her hand and let loose. The die rattled across the narrow table, wobbled to a stop and rolled upright. Eleven. “Congratulations on your basic adequacy,” murmured Otis Chen beside her. “Shut the fuck up, Otis, you’re dead. Dead people can’t talk.” The combat session had gotten her blood pumping, and she wasn’t going to let her luckless cohort dra...

The basement feels like I've stumbled into a parallel universe. Noticing my trouble, Bryan squeezes my hand and gives me a kiss on the cheek. The playroom looks like a dungeon, and I have to admit it's pretty intimidating. "Ready?" asks my master. I nod. "Perfect! Take off your dress and I'll put this on you," he explains, showing me my leash. "For the rest of the evening, you'll be walking on your hands and knees, unders...

Chapter 1. The Antique Shop Hannah did not choose it. She was just wandering through the streets filled with small shops and restaurants, killing time before the plane back home and looking for places to spend what was left of her local currency. She pushed the door of the shop on impulse, perhaps attracted by its mysterious appearance (but then again, about half the shops there had mysterious appearances), perhaps just b...

This story is based upon a photo series, “The Bet”, by Italian photographer, Andrea James Bramley, who started a photo series under this same name at https://bramleyappletheforbiddenfruit.blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet go...