A selection of five varied erotic short stories.
Darkness by January James
He is her captor, strong and brutal. She is his slave; blindfold and bound and forced to submit to every humiliating game he can invent. But where does the power balance of their love affair really lie? Who is enjoying their basement abasement the most?
Leg Man by Landon Dixon
Jeff’s foot fetish leads him to call girl, Melody, who has the most skilled and nubile feet he’s ever had the pleasure to tangle with. She teases and tantalises him to the point of explosion once too often. Overwhelmed with lust, Jeff tracks her down on Civvy Street and they soon discover they were made for each other.
Serving Girls by Teresa Joseph
When Lucy goes for a job interview she plays along with her prospective employer’s “Barbie Doll” fantasies. But before she can explain that “girl fun” isn’t really her thing the gorgeous Mrs Simmons is making demands she finds she just cannot resist.
Another Round by Gwen Masters
She goes to him for tough love and he thinks he is mastering her in every way possible. Yet she still shows too much defiance. It becomes his mission to break her as he forces her into greater depths of depravity. But is she really the one who’ll end up broken?
Fighting Irish by A. Zimmerman
He cannot sustain a relationship without dominating her. She cannot sustain a relationship without being his submissive. They battle it out in a tattoo parlour where after some very sexy mind-games they both end up with complete satisfaction.
Stories originally published in Sex & Submission 9781905170791
I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person. I can smell the paraffin wax candles, the sounds of your heavy breathing, even though you have yet to descend the basement stairs. I can smell your cock, the glistening, sweaty sweetness of your body.
I know that you’re watching me. I stand a little taller. I can feel the worship in your eyes. Though I’m bound like a slave I still feel like a queen.
I sense your eyes on my naked breasts, especially those areas that seem to be painted in the darker chocolate hue that accentuates my areolas. You love to try and get your mouth around it all. From there your eyes travel down my voluptuous chocolate body, over my flat stomach with the butterfly tattoo, to the kinky blackness of my sex; and further on to my softly sculpted thighs and long legs.
I have been waiting for hours. You woke me this morning by sticking your tongue between my legs, licking my body awake until every nerve was on fire.
Just when I thought that you would shove your morning hard-on into me you told me that you wanted to play this game. I love our games but I’m tired of waiting. I’m hungry in every way possible. I want to eat you, to feel the strength of your hardness under my tongue. I am waiting for you to come to me, to relieve the ache between my thighs.
I hear your feet moving across the concrete floor and then you’re so close to me that I can feel your breath across my skin.
‘What took you so long?’ I ask.
‘It’ll be worth the wait,’ you say.