The Serving Boy

The Serving Boy

How the serving boy gave me his virginity He had shown up to transport me from the airport disheveled. I didn’t expect the wrinkled pink shirt, not with the way he could barely raise his eyes to mine. You would think he would be standing at attention in formal attire-...
The Intoxication of Power Exchange

The Intoxication of Power Exchange

Words are not always compliantbut the man at my feet is doing his best,his obedience fueling a reckless urge in my chest.Sometimes I can only breathenot sure what scent is mixed in with his sweatwhat line delineates the flicker in the back of his eyesright before he...