The Cuckold. TBC.

The voice on the end of the phone.  He is nervous.  He doesn’t know if she is the real deal.  His palms are sweaty and his cock limp.  It isn’t that his cock is even that small but it is most definitely unworthy.  He knows that much…

The Vial.

It would be true to write that I am his muse. This thing of ours has changed the game. The game has two players and one coach. And now I am going to write in free fall so you might get a glimpse from behind the curtain. It has been ten days…

Paul E.

He was always going to make an impact. From the moment he stepped inside she’d felt a frisson of excitement. Different. Sometimes the energy two people make together creates more than sparks, it brings forth two animals who peer out from underneath…

The Sex. God.

It had started that morning with a man whose need was to be owned. He fed off her words of humiliation and contempt like a kid in a candy store. Of course, she didn’t touch his worthless cock nor was he given permission to touch her Goddess…

The Office. Fantasy.

She takes her time getting ready, freshly waxed, hot shower, perfume (Christian Dior - Addict), stockings, heels, white bra, white shirt, black skirt, black heels. Her hair is a wild mess of curls as though she has just walked along the beach…

The Day We Met.

I was rested.  I was ready.  Come.  And there you were.  I laughed inwardly when I heard myself audibly gasp at the sight of you.  You with the sunglasses you with the smile and the confidence exuding from every pore of your body.  Suddenly…

The Gentleman Caller.

This man. This man with the mouth that could kiss her all over.  This man who would gently pull her hair to turn her face toward his.  Yeah.  This man. She asks if he would enter her home with his cock out, hard, she will be on her knees…

Charge.

He drives quickly through the night getting ever closer to being further away from his daily life. He spends his days in charge - decisions - people - places. Ah but soon. She pulls on her boots and stands in front of the mirror to apply…
Allessandra Browne

Call Me.

I’m waiting. I lie here with the arm of Zeus ready willing able. I imagine him there - he is - waiting for the time to arrive. He will call me at 7pm. It’s a thing. I am excited. I am ready. Right on time. Not a second before nor a second…

The Kiss.

It starts with a kiss, doesn’t everything though? The kiss of life. The kiss of death. La petite mort. The flow of the sexual energy from his mouth to hers causes her to bite her lip in remembrance. Her body responds at the very thought of…