d/s
The Bookstore, Ch. 6
"The following morning Marie receives further training."
Marie awoke with a start. This was a shock in itself, as usually for her the transition from sleep to waking was a slow, drifting affair filled with vague half-dreams which vanished as soon as she opened her eyes. This...
The Bookstore, Ch. 5
"Marie is brought to his home and used mercilessly."
All night? His words reverberated in Marie's mind. Did he mean he was going to let her spend the night with him? She fervently wished he would. She so badly wanted him to hold her...and maybe he'd fuck her again, for...
“You’re Late”
"A hard and fast account: Your punishment for me takes a different turn than I was expecting."
“You’re late,” you hiss as I arrive. I frown. I hadn’t thought I was late at all. I check my watch again and I cringe. Crap… late.“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whisper, knowing the words are empty to you. We'd already...
She has no shame. None whatsoever. It’s been replaced with confidence and a touch of cruelty. “Strip.” She snaps her fingers, expecting – requiring – quick obedience, never mind that the curtains are pulled back and the room is well lit...
Filthy and dangerous,chemical pleasure surges,this can never end -a pure, beautiful sensationburning so bright.Smoky and vaporous,Hot, wet, tight,Dirty and traitorous,driven by urges which refuse to bendin an erotic coronation,on Monday night.Sensation in flurry,Concentration is blight.Drifting and blurry,the bedchamber merges.Weariness prepared to...
The world's gone dark - absent,on Monday night.A scene set by steaming,emergent passion.Clear thoughts ripped apart and burned again and again in a furnace fired by the human soul.Clinging hard to sound judgment,resisting fright,a voice turns high, screamingin urgent fashion.Beautiful, confused, concerned.A...
D/s Done Differently
"Submission can take many forms and variations..."
I had met her online. She was a fan of my writing. My name is David, and I write erotic stories for Lush Stories. I am also a D/s Master and live the Life with my submissive. So my BDSM...
Watching you playing with your clit while I fuck you slowly, I'm smiling. The rhythm of thrusts is steady and unchanging as I gaze down at you. I love to see what your beautiful face does as I touch you,...
Searing stingsBurned across snowy skin flexed and taught.Dangerous, filthy thingsmade up random, rancid thoughts,soaring on brutal, feathered wings.The perfect agony she felt could not be fought,nor her lust for the sharp, leather strings.Wondering if her mind will begin to rot,and...