short-story
I’m standing at our kitchen sink, dutifully washing dishes, wearing only a grey muscle tank and cheeky panties in navy lace. You...
What happened. And what may have happened… I lie next to you in bed; you’re just back from the festival. One of...
part five: coming to terms Photo by Walid Riachy from Pexels The Playroom It was indeed a thoroughly modern . . . dungeon. The fact that it was in the...
I spot her before she sees me and the years seem to fall away. What has it been? Ten, fifteen years? She...
“What’s Derek up to these days?” I asked my son while he drank his coffee and got ready for work. He rolled...
Claire fell back onto the bed and looked up at the hotel ceiling. It had been an exhausting week. She didn’t like...
Controlling a Beautiful Man, continued… “I took control of our man tonight,” I whispered to her as we lay in bed. “I thought...
She takes my dick into her mouth and slurps on it with the refined taste of a gourmet. I hold her hair...
Part four: the scent of surrender Credit: Alexander Krivitskiy On Ice? How Nice A good lawyer never asks a courtroom question to which she does...
Amy and I were always great friends. In the last few months, though, it felt like we were drifting apart. There were...
