Forbidden Desires
I never thought love could feel like this—twisted, intense, and completely out of control. When I found the list in her journal, my hands shook. Names. Races. Instructions. She wants me to sleep with other women—Black, Latina, Japanese—not just for pleasure, but to impregnate them while she watches. It’s wrong… so why can’t I stop thinking about it? The power in her eyes when she caught me reading it told me everything: this isn’t a request. It’s a test of how far I’ll go to keep her.My fingers froze on the page. There it was—written in her neat cursive, like it was normal. 'I want to watch him with a Black girl first. Then Japanese. Make sure they get pregnant.' The journal trembled in my hands. This wasn’t some fantasy novel. This was her. My girlfriend. The girl who kissed me under the bleachers and whispered sweet nothings. And now this.
I heard footsteps down the hall. Panic shot through me. I snapped the book shut, but it was too late. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed, lips curled—not angry. Amused.
"So you finally read it," she said, stepping closer. "Do you think you can do it? Or are you too scared… or too *pure*?"
Her words cut deeper than any insult. Was this a game? A test? My heart pounded. Say no, and risk losing her. Say yes, and lose myself.
phill canaday
works: 2
Chosen By Her
I walk through the front door like any other day—backpack heavy, mind numb from another round of algebra and locker-room gossip. But today isn’t normal. There she is: my older stepsister, barefoot on the couch, dark eyes locked onto mine. In her hand, a collar. Not a joke. Not a prank. She says it’s tradition in her family—finding a Master, an Owner. And she’s chosen me. Me. Because she trusts me. The air thickens. My heart hammers. This changes everything.
SHE'S THE BOSS 👩🥒
I run this empire—every decision, every paycheck, every fate. And when I want something, I take it. Right here, right now, on my terms. My body demands satisfaction, and no man dares ask why. They obey. They perform. Or they’re gone. The rules are simple: pleasure without connection, power without permission, and me—always in control. But tonight, even that isn’t enough.
Lucy's Eye
I told myself it was just business. That the way my chest tightened when Lucy smiled—really smiled, not the one she sold—was nothing. But every coin I took for her body carved another crack in my soul. She looks at me now like I’m both her savior and her jailer. Maybe I am. The truth is, I love her. And that makes everything worse.
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