A black door with the word Inferno written across it in red stood in front of the two women. Alex was a little nervous, but as Zabi had predicted she was viewing things differently and was determined to face what was ahead with an open mind. Hand in hand they passed through the door and in to a dimly lit stairwell. The only light source came from red panels...
The music crashed to a halt before a word could escape my lips, which was deeply frustrating because I actually knew the answer to that one. "Sorry, Victoria," Charlie announced, his too handsome visage brightened with a lecherous grin. "Time's up, but you have answered five questions correctly." The live studio audience clapped, their applause quickly givi...
A few days later, the slut in her won over the demure spiritual Vijaya and she called Kamesh – he was waiting and the next thing – well, the elevator stopped at the fourth floor. Kamesh's floor, Vijaya was excited and the heart beat was beyond limits, it was several days after the evening she and Ajay had spent with Kamesh watching those dirty tapes. She h...
March of 1843. London, England. At that time, seldom did the majority of the population know about the underground network of Dominant slaveholders, but every once in a while, a young girls or boys would be taken from their homes in the night, never to be heard from again. The aristocracy did not approve of this, but considering that it was many of their own...
A full month had passed since the night where, thanks to missing a train, Alexandria Rowe had ended up meeting the woman of her fantasies, Zabina Vitelli. A lot had happen in that month. Well actually they had spent most of the first week getting to know each other a lot better, but in the following days a lot had happened. Zabina had persuaded Alex to take...
"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...
The legionnaire was very hairy. The hair on his broad back was long enough for Diana to get her fingers tangled right inside. But at least he spoke Greek. Of a sort. Not like the Roman centurion who'd fucked Diana for so long just a couple of hours ago. He'd spoken Vulgar Latin and some words of Aramaic from where he'd been stationed before being relocated t...
Darlene sipped her coffee, omitting the usual sniffs and ahhhs she indulged when drinking her morning cuppa without anybody else around. Her mind was totally absorbed with the embedded video she had just clicked on from the daily news roundup online. It was an antiquated broadcast of the show "Politico, Corrected" with host Roy Mahler from the turn of the...
Author's Note: I decided to try my hand at writing a simple story, in terms of both length and story, for a change. I'd appreciate getting readers' thoughts on it. Any and all similarities between the following fiction and real people, events, or places is purely unintentional. Angela stares down at the man. At just over one and a half metres, in a f...
I don't think I used any slang words in this one, at least any that were obscure, so no need for a list! Also pre-warning: Read the tags. I'm also writing with the assumption you've read past chapters, if not, it doesn't really matter. Enjoy and comment! ... It was on a Chill Day night, lying in bed together naked and staring at the ceiling, I chose to...