Heterosexual

Owning that whip was thrilling. Meeting her was even more so. The thought of using it during a dungeon party, with a pain slut who knew what she was doing? Absolutely over-the-edge.

A wild, wanton ride through the eyes of a Daddy Dom and his new acquaintance. Delicious -- lean into the pain. You will enjoy it.

"...Then, I pulled my hand back and smacked her hard.
    She didn't even flinch. "Thank you, Sir."
    I grabbed the whip, the braids so tight the handle felt smooth in my hand, and dragged the leather tail across her chest and down her back. I could see her quivering in anticipation, so I checked to make sure no one stood too close, drew back, and let the lash caress her skin. Despite the stiffness of a new whip, I liked the way it moved.
    "Thank you, Sir."
    Her need for pain and her submissive attitude made my jeans tighter than I liked. ..."

~4100 words

Daddy knows exactly how I like it. I know exactly how he likes it, too. I will do what it takes to please Daddy. He won't even be late for work.

Wicked and sinful, fast and dirty. A wonderful morning quickie.

"I like to feel his body and only see his arm wrapped around my body and my hand balled in his. I desire and adore his hands. Fierce, strong, and gentle, his hands feed, bathe, touch, tease, taunt, punish, poke, spank, tickle, surprise, arouse, and fuck me. Daddy’s hands are the provider of my pleasure and pain. He traces the side of my naked body with his hand..."

~1600 words

Editor's note: This story does conform to our submission guidelines. It is a story about roleplay. Expand your mind and enjoy.

A futuristic setting with the richest description and explosive detail. This is the first installment of "Rites of Spring," a tale of a runner, competing against her peers in the most physically challenging event of her life.

~7,000 words

It had been too, too long, and Stuart knew exactly how to be and what to say. Mimi wasn't sure until she saw him hefting those weights in her workout room. All her inhibitions flew as she realized she knew exactly what she wanted, at long last.

Hot and dirty and fast. Orgasmic fun.

"Mimi showed him the workout room. Stuart’s attention was briefly diverted—this room was incredible. An elliptical trainer, a rowing machine, and a weight bench were all there, including an area for stretching and yoga. He walked over to the weight bench and picked up one of the weights. “You know how to use these?” he asked.
    She laughed.  “Yes, I do.”
    “I don’t believe you. I think they’re just here for show,” he replied, hefting the weight, testing his bicep.  Mimi watched the muscles in his forearm tighten, and knew that she did want him. She let go of her apprehensions.
    She was suddenly behind him, reaching around to his belt. ..."

~1800 words

Stuck in Barstow with car trouble is not the place to be on a carefree weekend. Greg begins to care a bit more after meeting his mechanic, Lindsay.  Just enough axle grease and a sweet ride of her own to show off, Greg's weekend turns out to be more than he bargained for. And there is more bargaining to do.

Gearheads and their lovers will go nuts for the searing lust that leaps off the pages of this story.

"Lindsay looked vaguely surprised for a moment, but then she smiled, slow and knowing. And then, very deliberately, her gaze dropped, settling in somewhere south of Greg’s belly button. Her eyebrows hitched up, and she parted her lips. “Depends on how fast you want it done.” Greg swallowed. Whoa. Did she mean what he thought she meant? She couldn’t, she wouldn’t, and yet...    

“Sometimes it’s better if these things are done slow and right,” he said.   

Lindsay’s grin widened. “I agree totally. Step on into my office, and we can work up some figures."

~4200 words

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Michelle has done it again. She's awakened in a strange bed. This isn't altogether strange to her, but last night's events are fuzzy.

No matter. Tommy will set things straight. After all, he's the one who brought her home. It's the least he can do. But can he do more than his chivalry from the night before? Like, answer her questions, for a start?

Yes. Yes, he can.

True-to-life, and a bit romantic, while remaining scorching hot. A read that's easy on the eyes and heart-pounding.

"...Tommy started back inside. "You be the judge." She followed him into a hallway perpendicular to the kitchen. He opened a door and she once again felt herself dreading to follow. As she eased toward the door, she spotted the easel in the corner, on which sat a large pad of drawing paper. Sketched thereon with some degree of expertise, was Michelle in repose. In the nude. Tommy picked up the pad and brought it to her. He seemed tentative, which helped her relax a little.

    "You looked so peaceful," he said.

    She stared at it, fascinated to see herself that way. She did look peaceful. Innocent. Cherubic. She looked at him. "This is..." He put his hand over her mouth.  Tommy said, "Before you apologize again, I should show you the rest." ...

~4500 words

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Translation work turns into a rainy-day detour, as text messages get a little out of hand. Ali is summoned home by her husband, who greets her in the garage.  Will he even wait for her to change out of her clothes?

Hot and sexy, and very to-the-point.

"...Pulling into the drive, she hit the garage door opener and found Blake waiting for her. His boots and socks were off, his jeans unbuttoned and bulging. A slow, sexy smile slid across his face when he saw her pull into her spot. Slapping the button beside him, the garage door began to rumble down before she'd even managed to unbuckle. ..."

~3800 words

Sweet, sweet Andrew. When will his sweet tooth get the best of him? What does a girl have to do to get his attention? And once she's got it, how far should she go while at work?

Lust and chocolate, at work. Then more lust.  Does it get any better?

"I turned the water on in the sink and slipped the bowls in. I didn’t hear anything: My hands were in a sink of soapy water, and my mind was a million miles away.
    “Excuse me?”
    It was the voice I had been fantasizing about. I turned quickly, too quickly, and I raised my arms, splashing myself so that my t-shirt was suddenly wet and clinging and..."

~5000 words

You want to fulfill a fantasy--turning thirty makes you think about what you've been missing. Personal ads sometimes turn out well, especially when you get cute with the wording. Being the filling in a delicious sandwich is just the thing to make your dreams come true.

Told in second-person, this tale brings you face-to-face with the action. A delicious fantasy.

"...Jon fiddled with his halogen floor lamp until the lighting in the bedroom was perfect: bright enough to see, yet dim enough to feel intimate. Watching the three of you embrace in front of the mirror was fantastic. You put your arms around Jon’s neck while Marc held you from behind, his hands lingering..."

~2600 words

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Or, you may be interested in T. C.'s erotic poetry collection, "The Poetry Prostitute."

Nova's job is a bit new to her, and she's stuck with the shaft until she gets some seniority. So, she must process the delivery, a pre-synth human, just arrived. It's a dirty job, but someone must do it. Gerard, upon arrival, doesn't seem to mind at all.

A fantastic sci-fi fling. Give it a try--you'll love it, and ask for more.

"...Nova smiled at Gerard and tilted her head back to take the shower on her face. He took this as an invitation and attacked her throat with a half kiss, half bite, scraping her with his teeth just enough to draw a quick squeal. Nova laughed at herself and felt him laughing against her neck, as he continued, now drinking the water that washed through her hair and carried its scent and taste to him. ..."

~3200 words

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