James Missaglia
Bio
Erotic author, commentator, occasional journalist, gourmand and art lover.
His books (in particular, the very dubcon Lorexia Bane series) are available on Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HX4NN2V
Stories (8/0)
So Are You Saying Yes... ?
Picture the scene: we are in the dungeons of the inquisition, deep below Toledo. The shivering victim has been undressed, "examined," and is now lashed across a bench in the flickering torchlight. A grim figure approaches, in his hands—a devilish instrument of torture. The orange glow of the brazier reflects from its jagged metal surface. The victim's eyes widen. Her pretty lips are quickly moistened in fear (and... just perhaps... arousal?)
By James Missaglia5 years ago in Filthy
All the Colors of Sin - Rose
When just a little can be too much. You have to understand, I could only do this to Alice because she’s so beautiful. A heartbreaker. The sort of woman you see at a restaurant and your date pales by comparison. Your whole evening just seems dulled because you’re not with Alice, you’re with Sarah from accounts. It’s a form of beauty that doesn’t need to be touched, just looked at. Though normally we touch a lot, kissing, screwing, you name it. Our sex life was still at the stage of experimenting when we were in the sack and texting each other when we were stuck at work. Usually about what we wanted to do to each other the next time we got our clothes off.
By James Missaglia6 years ago in Filthy
All the Colors of Sin - Pink (Part One)
Thomasina adored her master. He was a man of obscure tastes and barely controlled passions. She knew that he loved her and she enjoyed the affection and attention that he showed. Unlike so many previous boyfriends, he was not afraid to express his feelings and unlike previous Doms, he did not see kindness as some form of weakness. Cooking breakfast for them both did not undermine his control in the bedroom. If you saw them out for an evening you would judge them as an attractive couple who were concerned with each other's happiness. Normal. Exchanging the banter and teasing that all couples do, from time to time.
By James Missaglia6 years ago in Filthy
Waiting for the Rain
She dressed herself the way she knew he liked. High heeled boots of black leather. Gloves that came down to the wrist. Her collar— she could not be without that. She washed her hair, and dabbed at herself with Angel, and made her face up the way he enjoyed. Dark red lips, slightly-gothic eyeliner. It created the theatrical look her master demanded.
By James Missaglia6 years ago in Filthy
When Phone Sex Goes Bad
He stretched out on the bed with the phone propped under his chin. There was a ‘hands free’ setting and he guessed he would use that later, when the time was right. For the minute he preferred the sense that they were whispering in each other’s ears. It felt more intense and dirty.
By James Missaglia6 years ago in Filthy