I saw her for the first time my senior year in high school. She was unmistakably new to the small Midwestern town. All the boys noticed first, but the girls did as well. The boys, being driven by baser instincts, saw a new fertile female roaming the halls, like a pride of lions that had spotted a lone gazelle; the male predators watched with extreme interest. They had visions of getting to know her, then having her, in th...

The sun dipped low, spilling molten gold across the endless turquoise sea. The island rose from the water like a secret carved by the gods—lush, wild, untouched. Marla’s breath caught in her throat as the boat nudged the coral reef. This was no ordinary getaway. It was an invitation into surrender. The air smelled of salt and jasmine, thick with promise. She stepped onto the white sand, bare feet sinking into warmth that...

“Tickets and resort booked using your credit card. Await further instructions on packing.” Mistress Victoria’s message flashed on my phone. I was buzzing with excitement for our weekend getaway to the island. Mistress Victoria and I were headed to a secluded resort in the Atlantic. It was a sex-positive, clothing-optional paradise. The thought alone was enough to make my cock throb with anticipation. For the last ten days...

Charlie’s legs felt like they no longer belonged to him. Every step toward Mary—toward the gleaming steel object she now held with quiet reverence—felt heavier than the last. It wasn’t just the device that weighed on him. It was everything it implied, everything it asked of him. Mary knelt before him, calm and composed, her posture gentle but commanding. She looked up, and when their eyes met, Charlie felt the ground shif...

My name is Rory Rebecca Rockwell, and I've been smitten by Mommy Rebecca ever since I was ten. Back when she was still just Rebecca Rockwell and I was still a wee lad in one of the child-rearing facilities outside of the Matriarchal Queendom of Ente Isla. I was one of the orphans of the war, and Rebecca was this blonde goddess of the big screen whose bright golden hair and blue eyes and that smile made me just want to be...

It was a quiet night, like many others before it, with the kind of stillness that made time feel thick. Paul sat alone on the sofa, a glass of water resting in his hand. He was shirtless, fresh from a shower, wearing only a pair of soft grey joggers that clung loosely to his hips, his slim chest rising and falling with slow, idle breaths. He wasn’t watching the screen with much attention—just flipping channels, body relax...

It was a cold early morning in New York. I was walking briskly and quickly toward the boarding gate for my flight to Miami. I was heading for a business conference, and I'd be spending my time in Miami for the next 4 days. Since a weekend was coming up, Mistress Victoria mentioned that she would be traveling to Miami as well and that she would be reaching out on Friday evening. The thought of that in itself made my cock t...

About ten minutes after Jenny left, the door to the disciplinary office finally opened again, and Janine’s sly face appeared. “Alright, Danny-balls, now’s your time to shine”, Janine said sarcastically. “Or, at least, it’s time for your bottom to shine for you. Get that sweet ass of yours over here, right now!” And without any warning, she proceeded to grab and twist his left ear while practically dragging him through the...

Charlie adjusted his tie in front of the hallway mirror, his slender fingers carefully smoothing down the soft fabric. At 42, he still found himself staring back at a gentle, youthful face—soft skin, pale and largely untouched by age, and a frame slim enough that he sometimes wondered if it made him look more delicate than he’d like. Standing at five-foot-seven, he often felt dwarfed by most men, yet he hoped his quiet co...

Rose sat on the couch of the House of the Crane, the student home, she shared with Estelle and Sue Ellen. It was a quiet day, and her boyfriend Olaf was away. His phone was still on the coffee table, and to her surprise, she saw the screen was still on. Usually, she would ignore it, but something caught her attention. There was a notification from a Telegram group called "Brotherhood." Curiosity won out over her better fe...

"Yo, Bro. How many followers have you got?” Leaning back in my rocker gamer chair, I looked at the computer screen to the left and saw that I had almost one hundred followers. “Ninety-five, Kyle. How about you?” Kyle groaned, mumbling that he had only eighty-five, still, that wasn't bad for our first month of streaming. Other than our love of gaming, which we had shared since we were young, there was nothing special about...

The scent of roasted lamb and rosemary fills my apartment, a warm, savory veil over the nervous energy knotting my stomach. My hands linger on the silverware, aligning each fork and knife with obsessive precision, the soft clink of metal against porcelain a counterpoint to the pulse hammering in my ears. Silvia’s instructions this morning were cryptic, her voice low and teasing, her emerald eyes glinting with a promise th...