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Make Me Scream [MF][BDSM][Bondage] “She was getting married in two days. Should she really be doing this? But a part of her—an absolutely wicked part—was gleefully tickled by the idea of standing, sitting, and kneeling in front of a church full of people burning with the marks of their passion.”

Have & Hold

Kat Valdez was going to go insane.

It was only two nights before her wedding to Peter Richards, but she didn’t think she’d live through tonight.

Why in the world did Peter decide to host their rehearsal dinner here at Donovan’s? Sure, he’d reminded her that, on the outside, it just looked like another bar—the place where they’d had their first date. It was a romantic choice; a way for their friends and family and coworkers to share in Kat and Peter’s history before they sealed their future.

And, she supposed, it was nice to spend one last big night at the bar before Donovan’s was scheduled to close down for a complete renovation and their past became a landmark they could only visit in pictures.

Kat supposed that all was true. And romantic. And sweet. She had good memories of Donovan’s.

It’s just that not all of them were quite so innocent as their first meeting.

“So,” she heard her mother say to the tall, leggy, black woman sitting on the barstool beside her, “Pip, was it? How do you know my daughter?”

Oh God. Read more »

A Well-Needed Naughty Lesson [MF][BDSM]

The Taming School – An Excerpt

Kat Valdez liked Peter Richard’s home. It teetered that fine line between the masculine and the feminine, leaning on the grace and beauty of both. She felt comfortable there—even in her nudity—as if she’d been there and walked its rooms countless times. It was nice.

Idly, she walked to the big round dining table, letting her fingers trail its edge. There, wrapped up prettily, was a box. She wondered what was inside. It looked expensive, expertly wrapped the way that it was. The glitteringly gold wrapping paper was perfectly creased and folded and the shimmery, deep green ribbon was tied in the kind of big, floppy bow that she’d never seen outside department store displays.

Kat had grown up lower-middle-class and unaccustomed to having luxuries—always scraping by paycheck to paycheck. The gift box alone looked too lavish for someone in her income bracket, never mind the gift inside. She was afraid to touch it.

But because Peter said she could—because he’d gotten it just for her—she did, carefully undoing the bow before rolling the ribbon neatly. Then she carefully turned the package over and scrounged around for the hidden strips of tape, before gingerly peeling back the paper from the box. She lifted the plain white cover and reached inside. Read more »

On Your Knees [BDSM][Catholic Priest Fetish]

Genuflect

It just didn’t feel like Christmas to Nicholas Bailey.

He shoved his hands in his leather jacket and walked down the beachside sidewalk, passing tinseled storefronts and fake, glowing, plastic snowmen posted like wintry soldiers on the streets. He shook his head at the tinny bell that rang steadily and obnoxiously as its ringer leaned against a garbage bin and talked over the jangled jingle on his phone, obviously more concerned about his weekend plans than with charity. Nicholas shook his head and fished out a dollar for the bell ringer’s bucket anyway.

He kept walking, wondering where the Christmas spirit had gone. No matter how he tried, Nicholas just couldn’t find it. He turned the corner and stared at his destination.

For a person who knew where to look, Donovan’s was built like a veritable magic box, with trap doors and hidden hatches everywhere. There were an obscene amount of ways to secret into and out of this den of decadence disguised as just another trendy downtown club. Read more »

Have Yourself a Kinky, Little Christmas [MF] [BDSM]

Tugging Reins

Chris Carey snuck into the back of the private party room. All alone, he’d timed it perfectly to arrive exactly fifteen minutes late to the large-chain restaurant—the kind with all the kitschy movie and sports memorabilia hanging from the walls—hoping to be the last person there. And, just as he’d expected, no one in the crowded, boisterous room noticed him as he slid, shoulders slumped in on himself, into a seat at the far end of the room.

A munch, huh?

It wasn’t what he’d been expecting. When he’d thought about kinky parties, he imagined lots of leather and equipment and…well, kink.

And, true, this wasn’t a party, per se. Not a play party anyway. More like a meet-up. A mixer. It reminded him of his college orientation actually. A room full of people whom he didn’t know, wasn’t sure how to get to know, and wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to know.

But he wanted to know about kink. And all the sites he’d been to—the good ones anyway—had said that munches were the way to go. To get a foot in the BDSM door.

So he’d come. Read more »

Who Knew Toy Shopping Could Be So Fun? [MF][BDSM][More playfully erotic than graphic]

Pervertable

God, the last half of her shift was going by at a painfully slow pace!

Thirty minutes more, Dana Wainsfield told herself as she glared at the clock on the cash register screen. Just half an hour more. In half an hour, she could take off her name tag—“Welcome to Catered Cook; My Name is Dana”—and her smock—“Catering to Your Home Cooking Needs!”—and go home.

Dana, like the vast amount of low-wage workers, didn’t much like her job. She had bigger dreams than retail.

Unlike the vast amount of fake bakers and culinary hobbyists that trolled her store, Dana was a chef.

Well, aspiring, really.

She’d done the classes. Had aced school. But, the problem was, no one was hiring right now. Not out-of-work, inexperienced gastronomical snobs anyway.

Which was fine, she supposed. What she really wanted to do was write. Cookbooks, that is. She was the next Julia Powell, she knew it.

Her boyfriend—an odd acquisition she’d found working at the bookstore on the first level while scoffing at the “15-minute dinner” books—thought so too. With a metabolism that kept him lanky no matter what he ate, he gobbled up her dishes with a gusto that she found incredibly attractive. He had an abundance of good taste and a good appetite, two qualities she sought the way other girls did muscles or money. Read more »

Overexposed [MF] [FF] [BDSM]

Safeword

You never feel more attention than in the moments you wish you could disappear. You shrink. Slump your shoulders. Cross your arms over your chest. Tuck your legs tight under your chair. But, no matter what you do, it’s impossible to ignore, much less deny, the auditorium-full of focused stares you can feel on you.

The room is so quiet, you can hear the squeak of your philosophy professor’s dry erase marker while she writes today’s topic on the whiteboard.

“Is Privacy Possible?” Professor Miriam Vegas reads the words she wrote. She turns to face the class. “In a world connected by the internet and social media, where we document, record, and share everything we do with the world, has the expectation for privacy become obsolete?”

Her eyes pause on you. It’s slight, but you catch her cringe. She tries to hide it by adjusting her glasses.

You sigh. It’s a nice effort, but about as subtle as flashing warning lights telling everyone not to look at you.

You just nod and hope it comes off confident and reassuring. Even if it isn’t true, you owe it to Professor Vegas to pretend. She’d been kind enough to send an email before class, to make sure you’d be all right during today’s discussion topic. Read more »

Tie Me Up, Please! [MF] [Bondage]

One Man's Treasure – A Short Story

Rob Temple stared at Max Wells as she fingered the ties and handkerchiefs laid out on his bed. Just a sophomore in college, Max had more self-possessed confidence than he—even as her algebra TA—could ever claim. She was a force. As an English major, math should have been, if not a struggle, at least an unnatural state for her. But, like everything in her life, Max took one look at that obstacle and conquered it.

Made it her bitch, really.

It was what had drawn him to her instantly. That surety. That cocky swagger. It looked damned fine on a woman. Especially one as curvy and lush as Max.

He let his gaze travel every peak and valley of her body as she paced his tiny, rather bare and bland efficiency apartment bedroom, looking as out of place as a piece of fine art in…well, a rather bare and bland efficiency apartment in the cheap housing side of campus. Read more »