Therese’s story – Chapter 9: The Haze

"As told to the author. The names have been changed to protect the innocent."

Elisabeth, Cait's mom, my aunt Beth, is a therapist and she works at a women's health center and she and my mom didn't get along for a long time, and I know that bothered Cait's dad a lot.I never really...

The Feel Of Autumn – Part One

"An adventure in the forest."

“FUCK!” I was so close. I could feel it, building and building towards release. I just needed that tiny bit more pressure in the right spot. I had been straining towards this for what felt like hours, desperate to get...

Mirror Mirror On The Wall

"My nipples, but it’s his call."

“Look at yourself,” you demand.My eyes fix on the circular gold mirror in front of us, reflecting my naked flesh shivering for your touch. Your fingers softly gather every strand of my tousled waves and bring them back behind my...

Tramp (Part One)

"A regular night out clubbing takes a turn"

It's freezing outside at 6 am on a Sunday winter morning.It can get that way in Melbourne. But to those loyal people that are waiting in line to get out of the cold for what everyone calls 'church', it's worth...

His…

"Most people would call me crazy for doing this. Allowing a stranger to dominate me."

I purse my lips and grit my teeth in an attempt to keep quiet. I’m under orders given by the velvety, low voice of the man holding a whip, both a promise and a threat in his half-smirk, and the...

Without Touch

"Begging for his touch"

She stood naked as he kissed her neck. She felt the heat creeping into her face. Her legs spread around his, pinned against the door.  “Look at me,” he admonished. “Don’t cum until I say.” She dared not break his gaze. His...

The Breeder – Part XVIII

"Their first full day of holidaying, and its sex, rambling, and more sex!"

Kirsty stood clinging to Jake as he held her tightly. She was sobbing, her tears soaking his chest, following six strokes of the cane. Jake had made her strip completely when he came back into the kitchen, before making her...

A Silhouette Returns

"In early-fifties New Orleans, Cindy-Lou is haunted by a shadow from her past. But this is no ghost, it’s something altogether more fearsome."

Cindy-Lou was blonde and her age hung still in the air, like the sweet scent of cocktails on the New Orleans’ night.Her eyes were crystal-blue and they’d shoot right through men like a pair of whistling bullets. No one ever...