Cucked by a Call
Bella sat in her office, the afternoon cubicles gray with post-lunch quiet. The lull gave her time to think, too much time as she glanced at the text lighting up her phone. Your girl says hi, pup. Only that morning Bella sat...
Office Pet: Mesmerized by the Manager
It was an administrative position, that's what the listing had said. Hiring a college grad, must have experience with word processing and database management. Easy. The kind of thing Russet had been doing since she'd gotten out of school. Sure, most...
Cucked from the Start
It had been an average Wednesday evening, the apartment quiet after the heat of the workday. Now, though, the TV droned idle, tuned to a forgotten channel, a stick of incense ghosting the smell of amber and roses into the air. Lazy curls of smoke...
Cucked by a Call - Ch. 2
It had to have been an hour, but it felt like eternity before light finally entered the darkness beneath Raina’s musk. Bella had marinated there all the while, listening only to the shift of the covers and the quiet moans of her partner. The smell of...
Joint Desire
Truthfully, Lane wasn’t sure whether Terry was a rat or a mouse. Sat on the other end of the sofa, his long and pink tail coiled around the leg of the seat. Across from them, the TV lit the dark room up in reds and yellows, two men on the screen...
A Gentle Hand, A Gentle Collar.
“Then you know what I want," Eleanour said. It felt as though Eleanour's gaze enveloped Russet, taking in every shift of her hips, every scratch of her hand. It wasn't often that a deer left a wolf feeling like a cat before the mouse, but Eleanour...
Entranced by the Cult
The loveseat dominated the room, though Rosie only felt tiny as the cushions swallowed her. It was as red as the walls were green, a mural of a woodland half-hidden behind a bookshelf so tall it scraped the ceiling. Half-hidden, the painted face of a...
Cheeks Like Fire
The bedroom was sparse, but it wasn’t empty. Rough-cut boards made up the walls, browned with age and candle smoke. The smell of honey and amber helped cover the odor of spilled beer and old wine wafting up through the floorboards like the conversation...
Burdens, Bondage, and Wine
The room felt like a shell, a wooden carapace where conversation was supposed to be. The TV hung like a void against the wall, black and dull with vague shapes where Ayla should have seen herself on the couch. Sunlight slanted through the window,...