Woman on woman force isn't normally thought about, it's a side-fetish at best, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This is a collection of stories about exactly that, following a woman that is either a predator of other woman, or a target of one or more woman herself. Type of force don't really matter, the POV character must stay consistent, and may inv...
To call the private studio of the Dominatrix a dungeon would, for the fortunate, earn only her contempt. Eschewing the contrivances of male sadomasochistic fantasies, the walls were painted a passionless shade of gray-green, the oak floor polished to the luster of ancient gold, and the sole window decorated with an embroidered ivory curtain, now closed. The...
The grasshopper, dictyophorus spumans, perched on the red oat grass. The large black eyes and the thick antenna gave it an alien look. The waxy exoskeleton made the red and black color on the legs stand out even more. The body was covered with yellow and brown dashes. A swift side move and a jump away made it disappear off the grass leaf. The red oat grass,...
Hi!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know; I suck. This is a long time coming. In my defense, I had an original ending when I posted chapter 3 of Kismet Encounter but wanted it to be so much more. It deserved to be better. So, while trying to somehow better the ending, I decided I wanted to completely rewrite the story. Funny, in hindsight, funny and dumb. I got distr...
This is the story the Pixies brought me this year. I told them it wasn't Celtic because it wasn't Irish. That was a mistake. Don't ever piss off a swarm of Pixies. I would prefer to knock a hornet's nest out of a tree. After they calmed down... a little... they said if I was going to be so ignorant about Celtic history they would stop bringing me stories. It...
Four young women shared an apartment as they made their way through University. The most recent flatmate was amazed at the others' lack of modesty. They always seemed to be undressed to various degrees, often naked, which she found delightful as they were all quite beautiful with bodies they were obviously proud of. In time she became less reserved, even dis...
Astrid looked across the room at her son illuminated by the fire but obscured by the mist of its smoke. She hoped he wouldn't wake up and wonder what his parents were doing on the straw mattress opposite. Not that he wasn't used to the lovemaking Thorvald and she enjoyed together, especially after the long night of feasting that led to this moment of passion...
Madame Rochement was very pleased with herself as she viewed the four beauties kneeling in full curtsy before Queen Eleanor. The ivory whiteness of their swanlike necks, the unblemished smoothness of their bared shoulders, the deep cleavage of their décolletage, all forecast the beauty of their faces, hidden from the queen by the full bow of those necks. Mad...
A. Zachary had been on the force for a number of years now ---- the youngest graduate from the academy at age twenty-four. She challenged herself to finish a Bachelor of Arts degree and the Police Academy at the same time. Superiors and co-workers alike knew full well that when Zachary set her mind to something, it got done with 110% of her attention. Now af...
Weeks had passed. Betta was called to serve her princess almost daily and quite often, multiple times on any given day. This morning, it was early, the sun barely up. Betta stirred as the drapes were pulled aside. When she looked, it was one of the young maidens. She was wearing her usual short white cotton shift. She turned to look at betta. "The princess i...