Reasons not to trust every smiling face and why some homes you shouldn’t enter.

This poem is about feeling trapped and not feeling able to escape the confines of being trapped in a life we so desperately want to escape! However, we all have to keep the faith that there will be a better way!

A bondage poem.

Have you ever noticed how life consistently repeats itself? I think I have figured out the reason why. Read more…

This is a bondage love poem.

An amiable plump and pretty lady is taken advantage of by two men, abducted and abused. Later she find’s one of them, and shows her true colours.

Casablanca in the thirties was a cosmopolitan sprawl of adventurers and chancers from all corners of the planet; its Wild West feel drew many into its seedy society. The political climate to the north, mirrored by the eternal African turmoil to the south, only served to colour its atmosphere; generating business for the myriad of nightclub owners.

These are the tales of a private agency which restores the equality of feminine individuals, by seeking out errant males and making them realise the error of their ways.

A writer took the chance of meeting fellow writers a at a pub; he was then invited back to the home of one of them. He found he would be staying longer than he thought.

An Explanation of BDSM (For those who judge it harshly)