Consensual non-consent, or CNC, is a form of sexual roleplay in which partners stimulate scenarios where consent appears absent. Still, in reality, all elements are negotiated and agreed upon in advance. The foundation of CNC is full trust, a mutual understanding of boundaries, and a clear “stop” system that overrides the roleplay at any moment.…
The next morning, Jenna turned off her car in the school parking lot and sat quietly for a moment with her eyes closed. She had a weight on her chest—a decision to make. Tucked deeply in her tote bag was a plain white envelope. She had worked into the wee hours of the morning, drafting…
Miss Kennedy gasped as she stepped out of her happy Kindergarten classroom. She had almost bumped into a tall man. Just before colliding with him, though, he grabbed her arms at the elbows. In that momentary cincture, she melted in his grip. His hands pinned her arms to her sides. His large fingers encompassed her…
A flux of air lifted the corner of the top page of Dave’s sales contract. He suddenly wasn’t home alone. A whoosh would happen whenever someone entered from the garage. Dave heard a mean grunt, metal buckles thwack the kitchen counter, the sharp cracks of salt and pepper shakers hitting the hardwood floor. Dave rolled…
Read or listen to the previous chapter: Yoga On The Roof, Part 4 Alessandra shadowboxed in the late afternoon on the roof of the apartment building. Jab, jab, jab. Right hook, left hook. Jab, jab. Uppercut. She grunted with each punch, emphasizing her power against the invisible enemy. Her face was balled up in a…
An interview to die for… if you’re a hands-on type? Starting just with her Mum and her best friend Simone some 4 years ago, it was now time to increase her sales staff, which, in reality, was just her. Constantly needing to try fresh ideas, she was hoping that her first [proper] employee would broaden…
Ms. Dawn Davis ended the six months of negotiations with a new business trajectory. She and her team of company managers shook hands with a group of government officials. They had come to an agreement on a $20 million engineering contract that would conduct work across the eastern half of the United States. Her company…
The notion itself: Clothed Female, Naked Male (CFNM), doesn’t exactly seem like anything special, does it? Picture a Sunday morning where a female partner is in her pyjamas and her male partner is naked. They’re just hanging out, chatting, making breakfast, or maybe he’s just about to hop into the shower. Now this would be…
Previous Chapter Chapter Three: Postlude Time escapes me, as I lay there, a human candelabra for The Collective. There is nothing else, except my task. My nipples are covered in wax and ache to be touched. The exhibitionist in me revels at the thought that so many eyes are on my exposed body and I…
Previous Chapter Chapter Two: Interlude I lay on the bed, my mask pulled tight and my vision cut off. With a start, I feel the bed move and my heart starts to race. My beautiful four-poster carriage is being wheeled somewhere and I have no idea where. A small sliver of brightness peeks through the…
Note from Author: This short story contains sexually explicit content that is not appropriate for minors. All sexual encounters in this story are consensual between adults. All scenes of power exchange and kink elements are to be assumed as pre-negotiated between partners that follow R.A.C.K: risk-aware, consensual kink! Scenes in this short story may include…
It had been weeks since she first told him that she wanted to try something new. Late one night, after having finished making love, she turned to him and asked what he would think of her if she wanted to be tied up. His arousal grew instantly in that moment. In the following weeks, as…
“Now. You’ll stay there until I decide otherwise.” The words echoed in her ears still. He’d sounded calm, almost bored, but she could hear the underlying irritation. She knew she shouldn’t have done it… They’d just been holed up in the house for so long! How could he expect her to behave when they were…
Isolation, day 32… It was time to put her plan into action, after all it was her turn now… Starting with her outfit, Sarah dressed in a leather bustier with a handy side zipper for easy removal when the time came and a pair of knee-high stiletto leather boots completed it, panties she decided weren’t…
Maybe it’s all the time I spend starring at these four damn walls all day but… “One more minute,” she shouts through the door. …that minute seemed like a lot to ask of me right now. Especially with a necktie on. Dress up for date night, sure, I can appreciate that. But please, don’t make…
Day 1 of Isolation My relationship had always been pretty vanilla. The sex was always great, but we never really pushed any boundaries. It never felt lacking, but we were both busy people. Experimentation wasn’t really a priority. You could probably blame this on the boredom. Being at home together was great, but doing nothing…
It had been two months of daily edging, two months with seven ruins, two months since her last orgasm. He had promised her that every two months, he would give her permission to cum. Tonight was the night she could finally have the orgasm she had been dreaming about. She wanted it to be amazing;…
“Please… how much longer?” The sound of the girl’s voice through the monitor may as well have been in the room with you. You pull the laptop a little closer, as if wanting to be even closer to the girl on screen, wanting to hear every breath, every pant, every sigh. “Until you are crying…
Julian picked up the box of Tampons I had bought. “Unscented”, he smirked, and then added, “Well not for long.” So very easy for him to press this white-hot button. And so typically callous. I was finally through with him. However, the holiday season gave me an excuse to invite him out for a forgiveness…
He had spent the previous 50 minutes focused intently on his 4:30 patient, the last of his day. She was a recently divorced local socialite, quite attractive in a far more made up way than he preferred. They had been working together for nearly a year to disentangle her from a miserable marriage that fortunately…
She put away her cell phone, feeling warmly towards her wonderful handsome husband as his concerned words echoed in her head. He knew her so well after ten years of marriage since they met and courted at college. It was a natural match between the quarterback of the football team and the head cheerleader, universally…