This post, which is entirely a fantasy, contains implied non-consensual violence that will offend some people. In fact, despite having written the post, it offends ME. It offends me because this is/was a fantasy of mine for years and, having written it down, I’m faced with the truth of what my fantasy actually means. That shocked me so… Read More »
I recognise the type as soon as she walks into my kitchen. In the three years I’ve been running my occasional bread baking classes there’s been a few like her. Forty something; part of the Nicola Horlick “you can have it all” generation; she and her husband have both been banking million pound city bonuses for a few… Read More »
I’m nervous as I sit with my Gin in the bar of the hotel, waiting for her text. I’m always nervous. Her last text, “I have the key” had sent a little spike of adrenaline through me, quickening my pulse. Adrenaline is not only a drug for prey; adrenaline is also the drug that gives the predator… Read More »
He sits across the aisle from me, displaying all the outer trappings of wealthy convention; a suit, good shirt with gold cufflinks and a smart leather briefcase open on the table. The carriage is mostly empty so he has four seats and a table to himself. I watch him from hooded eyes, pretending to be asleep because… Read More »
I’d been conscious of the pretty girl and her mother since we arrived at the small beach-side hotel. The mother, 40-something, was bubbly, slim and attractive but her daughter, early twenties and just out of University, was a babe. Physically, she was undoubtedly a beautiful creature but what had caught my attention was the way… Read More »
I loved the image for this week’s ‘Night World’ Wicked Wednesday prompt. I could just imagine walking down this street to meet a Mistress, all fear and anticipation. That was what I started to write but I found my imagination wandering into very different, and much darker, territory….
/you, close to the edge/ /softly, I push you over/ /whilst holding your gaze/* A different kind of story as I let my inner dom loose for a change….
He had been waiting outside the café in an un-gentrified part of South London for around 15 minutes, feeling self conscious in his business suit. It seemed a strange place for a meeting. Though the flags and dual language menus indicated the café was run by Poles, it clearly catered to typically English tastes. A… Read More »
A scenario where one player appears, at least on the surface, to be forcing some action on another against their will can be the most thrilling of BDSM scenes. It requires trust, good communication and a deep understanding of where the submissive player’s real limits are. This little story draws somewhat on an actual scenario… Read More »
In the ‘Lippie’ short story competition each entrant was given the name of a Lipstick and had to use that for a story. I got “Runway Hit”. Being male I immediately thought of planes and the smell of burning fuel rather than the fashion show type of runway that was no doubt in the mind… Read More »