A wasted day becomes the most erotic experience of Michael’s life when he runs into the domme of his dreams.

Traffic school was not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday. Does anyone? But it was either attend the class or receive a ding on my traffic report and watch my insurance rates skyrocket. I couldn’t afford that, so one boring Saturday was penciled onto my calendar, and I begrudgingly crawled out of bed at an ungodly hour.

I’ll admit, I did not put my best foot forward that day. I didn’t even bother to brush my hair. I threw on a pair of jeans, yesterday’s sweater, and a pair of old motorcycle boots. I scowled all the way to the class at City Hall, wishing like hell I’d seen that stop sign. Wishing the cop had been napping in his patrol car. Wishing that I could find a way out of this... Read More