It was Saturday afternoon, and I was now alone in my house, Hannah having left. The buoyed up feeling I'd had in her presence had dissipated, and I knew that it would be a week before I saw her next—and therefore a week before I would be unlocked. How would I, someone addicted to self-pleasuring, cope for a week? I had absolutely no idea! But I did know she would be keeping tabs on me. For a start, she was now expecting m...

Following Hannah's visit on the Saturday, I slept fitfully that night but still awoke the next morning with a strong erection. It wasn't long before I spilt my seed into my hands, as I excitedly remembered the way she had humiliated me the day before. But, as I came down from my climax, sanity began to return. Being dominated by her had been mind-blowing, yet, deep down, I knew that being submissive towards Hannah wasn't...

I balance the pile of student essays in the crook of my arm as I open my office door. I manage to make it to the desk without dropping them and dump them on top of another pile I collected yesterday that I haven’t managed to start correcting either. I slump into my chair, feeling drained already. My husband, John, had had another restless night with the alarm going off on the ventilator half the night, and I wasn’t feelin...

It has been such a stressful week for me this week; finally it is Friday, and my last exam is this afternoon. I can finally relax afterwards and hopefully get a good mark so I don’t have to take extra tutoring sessions to catch up on which areas I have to work on. The last thing I need is to stay back during spring break to make up the extra credits to pass the subject in this class. I don't think that there are any tutor...

Home 09:00 Alex stood in the hallway, glimpsing the familiar contours of their home through the half-open door. The soft click of the lock was a promise of safety he hadn’t felt in days. Weeks, months. His heart thudded under his ribs as he carried his overnight bag, heavy with the unsaid, the unspoken, the ache he could feel in his bones. He paused, inhaling the scent of cedar that clung to the air. This was their sanctu...

The wine bar was quiet for a Thursday night. Muted jazz floated from a speaker overhead, mingling with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of a glass. Alex sat alone at a corner table near the window, fingers on a glass of Cognac he hadn't touched yet. He rechecked his phone, though there were no new messages. Katherine hadn't responded to the one he'd sent thirty minutes ago. 8:20 pm "We're at the wine b...

Intersection of Passion Scott’s breath was steady but shallow beneath her, his hands resting respectfully at her waist as if waiting for her to decide where they went next. Sunshine studied him for a moment, her fingertips lightly brushing the collar of his shirt, her thumbs tracing the top button. Her expression had softened, less teasing now, more present. “I’ve thought about this,” she murmured, fingers slipping beneat...

Office Hours. The hallway outside Professor Scott Jones’s office was quiet, dimly lit by the low hum of recessed lighting along the ceiling. Most students had already cleared out for the evening, leaving behind the lingering scent of coffee and printed paper, a comforting academic silence that Scott had come to enjoy over the years. Inside his office, the lamplight cast a soft amber glow across the room. Books lined with...