The past few months I haven't had the time to write. I have not abandoned "On the Beach" for the few of you patiently waiting. This is, in essence, a transcription of a dream I had a few nights ago. Don't blame LarryInSeattle if, during the last edit, I snuck an error or two back in. Enjoy. Please comment if there's something you like or don't like....
23 May 1890 Southampton Docks, England Joanna, My Love: How I miss you, even after only three days since having been by your side—and more. And especially I regret not letting you come to see me off on my journey of establishing our future. My traveling companion, the Heyward Company representative, David Paxton, is spending our last evening in port with...
Friday-Alex. My parents were out of town for the weekend, three days of pure freedom and bliss. Everyone expects you to run a big ass party when you are home alone for the weekend, but let's face it, sometimes chilling home alone is even better. It was a warm June weekend, sunny, not a cloud in sight. I was laying in my bed, looking out of the window and p...
Triumph "Fuck..." Donnie dragged the word out as he exhaled and leaned back into the sagging rear-side of the sofa, the cushions old and decrepit and in need of replacing. But there never had really been anyone around in either his life or John's to tell them that they needed to do that, needed to get on with things, the business of life and the like and t...
The storm continued to rage throughout the night, battering the little life raft in its windy wake, the rain on the tent above us deafening. As night fell, Steve and I snuggled in together under the remaining thermal blanket and slept like the dead, rehydrated with the rainwater captured in our pot. Neither of us found the emergency rations overly objectiona...
Disclaimer: Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery, polyamoury and romance. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* rea...
This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get mu...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER SIX I had to keep reminding myself we were not actually on the Haines case. The hire from Winter had a tangential attachment to it at best, but I never liked anyone telling me what not to investigate. So, if the guy at the tailor's wanted me to not look further into it, his demand ensured that I would i...
I had no comprehension of the time this abuse lasted. I didn't even try to take it or manage it, or do anything, I just lay there. My two mechanical Masters reamed my throat and pussy simultaneously so that both the ends of the two cocks wouldn't have been more than a few inches apart at the end of their in stroke. If I'd been aware of the situation I woul...
RICHARD: These guards stood before me, seriousness written across their face. I was so shocked with the news they just told me. The rage and hatred I had for Sir Socoshian subsided as I tried to make sense of this craziness. "You're," I gulped, "Lutna Clan?" "I am..." He said back, "We're your Guard now. You're all that is left! Sir Socoshian will not...