Ally walked barefoot through the living room, her yoga mat rolled under her arm, wearing only panties and a t-shirt. She knew that Liam was watching her as she passed him on the way to the bedroom where she did her twenty minutes or so of yoga practice a few times a week. She swayed… Continue reading Naked Yoga
"Get on your tippy toes", he growls to my cheek as he pulls my bound hands upwards, securing them to the ceiling with the rope. I'm stretched out, back arched, my toes dig into the carpet, gripping, trying to find some balance. I wobble about like a buoy being tossed about in a spiraling sea,… Continue reading The Sweetness
Masturbation Monday Week 227's prompt is this selfie by Adrian Kenny. I like that picture of you! What are you doing? Nothing, I'm watching TV. Naked? What are you watching? Yes, naked! It's really hot here. The cooking channel, they're making cupcakes. Tell me about them, please! Right now they're making browned butter… Continue reading What are You Doing?
This story is inspired by one of Submissy's many fabulous photos. I wanted to take this snapshot and imagine what it would be like to observe the two characters (photographer and subject) from an outside perspective, in this case it's Albert who sees them in the lobby of a hotel and imagines who they are… Continue reading Through the Peephole
“Hold still, you’re fidgeting”, He grabbed my wrists and steadied them against His bare chest as He wrapped a red nylon rope around them, securing them tightly together in front of me. “Are you sure he’s even going to like this?” I was nervous and trying to wriggle my way out of the situation in… Continue reading A Treat for Santa
There were two holes on either side of our bed, indentations after years of sleep from his body and mine. I could reach my hand out into the vastness of the king sized sheets, searching for his warmth and not find it. We were alone on each half of our shared space. We thought it… Continue reading The Hole in the Bed
“Are you ready?” she asked, a small smile broke her perfect red lips. “You remember the safe word?” “Red – yes,” I was so nervous not knowing what to expect. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart, I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to hold onto any tangible feeling… Continue reading Red Lipstick