It was just a moment in time. At least David thought it had been no longer than that, but every time he thought back on it, it seemed like it had rolled on forever, long enough for him to see the look in everyone's eyes and to analyze what they were thinking. Paolo Flores, the mixed Portuguese-Bantu Mestico young man who was his assistant in translating the...
I'm not sure what I said while I was in the garage. I was in shock. He certainly didn't say anything or let on about anything. Of course that might be because his boss was standing in the doorway to the office behind me and listening to what was being said. The mechanic was dressed in loose-fitting coveralls—and maybe just that and the boots, because he did...
The door opens to one of the deluxe suites the Iron Cloud has to offer. With large round dark cushions arranged in several places of the room, there is a hot, steaming tub built into the center of the floor, framed with rugged rocks around. On the ceiling are luminous streaks of white and grey, resembling a calm, decorative cloudy sky, with a single larger b...
The following is a fantasy story involving humiliation, degradation, non-consensual sex and mind control. All characters in this story are 18 year old or older. * * * * * A buckskin horse in barding trotted along a dirt path. Its rider, a light blond man wearing light armour, appeared to betray no expression as he caught sight of a small village further...
There had been a great display of food and wine all evening, and the servants were constantly moving about, filling our cups again and offering us rich treats. Present were Hilaron's family—his father; his stepbrother; his uncle, Matthias; and his two sons—and also five local men not much older than Hilaron, whom David had invited. They were cousins and wer...
[Hey, here is the next installment of Alexander and Hephaestion's bliss... I always love to hear from you and any suggestions you may have to keep this story going! Your messages keep this writer writing!] Alexander extricated himself from Barsine's arms as soon as he knew she was asleep. Guilt stemming from bedding her was already beginning to overwhelm hi...
This story is based on true facts which were related in a BBC2 TV documentary though I have elaborated on these for my story. * "Holy One," whispers the voice, low and deferential from out of the darkness. Dreaming. The Goddess Nut, gigantic face, features spread over the sky, eyes the size of galaxies, expressionless, open mouth, waiting patiently, teeth...
This story is part of Barbarian Tales One, and follows the story Rescued by the Barbarian. * * * If the fine young nobleman was before me today, I confess I would still have the desire to take him long and hard. He was a very fine young nobleman, who had whatever it is a man needs to have to make me want him enough to be foolish about it. And each time I...
Hello Readers: This may be the final installment of the Retreat. As always feedback is important and would like to hear from everyone in the comments section. ******************** The New Council Members I remember feeling someone slip into bed with me and being cuddled, however I do not remember opening my eyes to see who. He wrapped his arms around me a...
3 Asmodaios *** How foolish I was. I should have known better—and I did, though I was beginning to doubt my wisdom. I should not have followed Azarias out of Egypt, but curiosity got the best of me. Undoubtedly, I thought I could restrain myself; how wrong was I...? It was only my second encounter with him in the library and I already lost any semblan...