Colin was right - the dye he used in Henna Collar lasted a full month and a few days. Of course, I helped that along by taking excellent care of the temporary tattoo. During the last month, I was also Colin's 24/7 submissive. He limited my clothing selection (which saved me a ton of stress and hours of deliberating about what to wear!) and worked on adapting my nipples more. To be honest, I didn't think I'd like any of it...

Sebastian woke up with a simmering thirst. The room was too dark, and the unfamiliar surroundings briefly confused him. He crumpled his sheets with his fist, letting his eyes adjust to the pitch-black night. Outside, he glimpsed the outline of trees cut out by the light of the thin moon that hung over them, countless stars surrounding it in a slow dance toward daylight. But the sun was a long way from peaking out of the h...

Chapter 2 The small dirt path was steep, but Sebastian had always been perfectly stable on his feet. His eyelids were heavy, the rising dust making his eyes water as he did his best to focus on Shaun’s raspy voice. “This is a kitchen garden,” he explained. “What’s produced on the farm is mainly for my own use, but I also sell some products on the market on weekends.” “What do you produce?” Sebastian asked, genuinely curio...

I climbed into bed like it was Christmas Eve every night that week and came for him exactly as instructed. Hard. Obeying his assignments like a good girl, fingers soaked and trembling while I read his filthy stories and listened to his voice telling me when I was allowed to let go. But the night before my trip… that night hit different. Because now he knew. He had me figured out. He knew me, knew what I was starting to ac...

The Ache Before I didn’t go looking for this. Not consciously. Not until I was already there, standing in the doorway of it. Breathless. Wet. Shaking. Desperate. Not for sex. But for someone to take me out of my fucking head for once. I’ve always been in charge. Class president. Single mom. High-level tech exec. The breadwinner, the planner, the handyman, the healer. Always carrying the weight. Always in control. And yet,...

I. The Whisper She came to him wrapped in silence, Eyes heavy with a truth she couldn’t bear alone. Not broken—but folded, carefully, Like a love letter never sent. Her lips trembled with a secret, One she’d buried beneath silk sheets and shame. A craving that made her thighs clench at night, And her heart hide in the morning. "If I tell you," she whispered, "Will you still see me as whole?" He didn’t blink. He didn’t fli...

I was born of light and ordained in purity, an angel of the celestial realm raised amidst radiant song and unyielding law. From the start, I was vowed to uphold the sacred order. Every instinct within me was shaped by a duty to embody perfection, to deny the chaotic yearnings of flesh, and to silence the dark whispers that haunted my twilight hours. Yet beneath the gleaming veneer of holiness, a secret fire burned deep wi...

….He just flopped onto the bed and started taking off his shirt. I froze. Hand still wrapped around my dick under the blanket, heart thudding in my chest like I’d been caught stealing. Mason didn’t look at me right away. He pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, then stretched out like he owned the room, sweat still glistening on his stomach. He grabbed his water bottle, took a long sip, and groaned like he’d just fin...

The dishes were done, the hum of the dishwasher a soft counterpoint to the weekend quiet. Coffee mugs sat half-full on the counter, releasing the last of their warmth. You were stretched out on the couch, belly-down and scrolling lazily, while morning light golden and insistent slipped through the blinds in narrow slats across the room. Teddy padded out of the bedroom, barefoot and easy, her oversized tee hanging loose ov...

Chapter 5: Breathless © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica The walk to class helped. A little. The air outside was sharp with early fall, cool enough to cut through the sweat still clinging to the back of my neck. My thighs ached from drills, my shoulders burned from Casper’s corrections, and still, somehow, my dick hadn’t gone down for half the walk. I blamed the tight underwear. The way they held everything firm, like they w...

Scott kicked off his shoes and relaxed on his couch watching a little television. He had finished dinner and was settling in for the night, preparing to go to bed in a few hours. As he lay back on his couch, the doorbell rang. He thought to himself, who the heck could it be at this hour. He got up to answer the door and, to his surprise, his friend Jen stood at the door. Scott and Jen had known each other for a couple yea...

It was early in the afternoon when Mr. Kent pulled into a driveway. The McDonald home was a large, two-story colonial-type house with a manicured lawn and flower garden; a tasteful fountain sat in the middle of the drive. As the trio began to exit the red sedan, Monica opened the house's front door, shrieked loudly, and ran to embrace her mother. The young coed hugged her father, and she squeezed a surprised Allen tightly...

Chapter 4: Hardest Part of the Workout © Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica After Mason’s comments, I couldn’t jerk off. If I didn’t come to dinner right away, he’d know what I’d done and that’d be even more embarrassing than what had already happened so I threaded myself together and headed to the dining hall. Dinner was loud. I don’t remember what I ate. Something beige and grilled, probably. Something I picked at while pret...