The Dark Escape

Illustration of a bird flying.
  • The conference room table

    “We’ll be meeting in the rear conference room, Ellen. Send her right in,” he said into the speakerphone before standing & nervously pacing about. A minute later, she appeared, briefcase at her side. She smoothed out the front of her blazer, making eye contact with him. “Very good, ma’am, shut the door, please,” came out…

    October 7, 2014
  • The skirt stays on

    Male dominant, female submissive.

    August 21, 2014
  • You’re Mine

    Female dominant, male submissive (if you can’t tell from my complete lack of posting, my life has been a bit out of control as of late . . . so, well, when that happens, the need to “not be in control” finds its way into my psyche – not to worry, though, the dominant side…

    August 4, 2014
  • Please

    Time to switch it up a bit — female dominant, male submissive, more sensual than kinky, however.

    April 14, 2014
  • To start the day

    A fairly standard “male dominant, female submissive” jaunt.

    April 11, 2014
  • Starting against the wall

    Again with a bit harder-core. Male dominant, female submissive.

    February 21, 2014
  • The brat’s evening

    A bit harder than most I’ve been writing lately. Male dominant, female submissive. Trigger warnings for sensory deprivation and watersports.

    February 4, 2014
  • Pampering her pet

    “Good morning” she said, warmly, wrapping her arms around me as our mouths explored one another’s. It was several seconds before I registered that she was nude. Her hand reached down my front and through my jeans, examining my erection. Experienced hands worked my fly down and she soon had her fingers around my balls.…

    December 30, 2013
  • Like the goddess you are

    We enter the house and our mouths are on each other. My hands wander, as they always do, until I find your ass. Soon, you’re in my arms and I’m walking . . . before long, you’re on the bed. I break the kiss. You immediately start throwing clothes off as I walk to the…

    December 26, 2013
  • In the wee hours of Christmas

    In the wee hours of Christmas Santa came to his room He was not surprised to find his wife awaiting her groom “My dear, you must be exhausted” She said with a grin Before laying a kiss Upon the cleft of his chin “But before you sleep, I think it’d be quite nice If you…

    December 24, 2013
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