Author's Note This story is a story of hope. Every effort has been made to not make political statements or offend anyone. Special thanks to Oggsbashan and Lauren-Hynde for advice on the history, attitudes and religions involved. CET Sarah Goldblum moved through the bazaar in Cairo feigning the stunned and rather vapid look of a western tourist. The myria...
I was a sleep in my own bed, dreaming about some mystery that made no sense, then my dream changed. I felt lips on my neck gently kissing it. I leaned my head right inviting the lips. The gentle kisses slowly became more passionate as the mouth of the kisser began to open more. I moaned when I felt their tongue on my skin. A hand came in and pulled my head t...
(This is a work of fiction with all characters above the age of 18 ) Part 1. Singapore Sling. I had never been abroad before, never even on a flight before, period. My first time in the air was on a bank training to Singapore, with a couple of days in Bangkok on the return leg. I was excited, but anxious, a little wistful that he wouldn't be coming with me...
Chapter 1. Small quantities of love-tunnel oil splashed out of my hole; slowly, hotly, meandering down over the taught orb of my lower buttock. I could see my coral-colored, puckered, bung-hole blinking spasmodically in the reflection of my bedroom-closet mirror; constricting erratically in anticipation of what I was thinking of doing to it. Secrets from m...
Hello Readers. I have been writing this for a while now, and finally gotten around to finishing it off. This is another of my emotional, starts dark ends happy stories. The idea of this came to me while listening it the GOO Goo Dolls song, Iris, if you don't know it, have a listen. It brings back a lot of sad memories for me, and I am sure anyone who has fel...
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, pulling the hotel's Etro robe around me. The stranger standing in the doorway looked confused and surprised. "621, right?" she said in perfect boarding school English while consulting her room key. This being a hotel that still used real brass keys instead of those plastic credit card facsimiles. A charming place in the Sev...
Introduction Hi it's me again, Kat, here with more exploits to brag about. And trust me, since we last shared a few confidences things have progressed by leaps and bounds, even by my standards. Pause while I wipe my brow and wonder at my brazenness. I cannot imagine what would happen if my mother was ever to stumble across the tales I've told. Or maybe I...
Lisa struggled against the uncomfortable position, but it was no use. Her head was stuck through one hole in the pillory, and her hands through two others. She was standing, and her ankles were trapped as well, leaving her forcibly immobile in a bent-over position. Worse, her ankles were trapped painfully far apart and forward, which meant that her hips and...
The bitch shot me. The Doppelgänger pulled me back into the car and drove me to safety where I could feed and heal. I battled conflicting venal regret and perplexing gladness at having left the mesmeric vampire gut-shot -- but alive -- on the side of the road. Never leaving a predator alive behind you is a pretty good universal precept of successful surv...
"Good morning, sleepyhead." Jude gently shook the still-sleeping Karen and, as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and sat up, handed her a cup of coffee. "I thought the slave was supposed to make the coffee," Karen commented contritely. "Well, normally yes but you were sleeping so soundly that it seemed a crime to wake you and you wouldn't want a copper com...