The Neighbor's Secret
I never thought reading about power would lead to holding it. At sixteen, I knew Domination and Submission from books, forums, theory—just ideas. But when my neighbor, Ms. Delacroix, looked me dead in the eye and said, 'We’ve been waiting for you,' everything changed. Her daughter stood beside her, silent but certain. Both black, both radiant, both ready to submit. Me? Just a skinny white kid with a racing heart. Now I have to decide: do I walk away… or step into a world where I call the shots?My hand froze on the doorbell. Through the glass, I saw them—Ms. Delacroix in a silk robe, Jasmine cross-legged on the couch, both watching me like they already knew what I’d say.\n\n'I’ve read your posts online,' she said before I could speak. 'You understand the mindset. Not just the acts—the responsibility.' Jasmine didn’t blink. 'We want you to lead us.'\n\nI choked on air. This was supposed to be fantasy. Not real women, real trust, real power handed to me like a live wire.\n\nMs. Delacroix stepped forward. 'Say yes, and we begin tonight. Say no, and we never speak of this again. But choose now.'
phill canaday
works: 6
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.
Forbidden Power
I never thought it would come to this—me, a 16-year-old high school junior, holding power over people twice my age. My sister’s back from college, acting like she’s better than me, and now I’ve got the upper hand. And then there’s Mrs. Thompson next door—strong, proud, a woman who used to babysit me. But I know her secrets. Her daughter doesn’t suspect a thing either. One wrong move from any of them, and everything changes.
Forbidden Desires
My fingers freeze over the keyboard as the page loads—her name, her face, unmistakable even in the low-res profile picture. I didn’t think… I never imagined replying to that post would lead here. This is my sister. And she’s asking me to dominate her. A flush burns my neck. The screen pulses like a heartbeat. Do I click reply? Do I run? Or do I step into a role I don’t understand—but somehow crave?
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