"All characters in this story are of the age of eighteen or of a higher age and are consenting adults. Please fell free to vote and leave your comments on this story."(I would like to thank Nikki James for her help with editing this story and input) As I parked at the ruins of Palenque on the second morning of my trip to Mexico, I noticed a busload of peopl...
The party was being held in an old barn that had been fixed up to look like some sort of crazy meeting hall. There was a five pointed wooden altar, raised up in the middle of a giant pentagram, which had been drawn on the floor. As I turned the corner from the hallway into the main room the first thing I saw was a blonde with her witches robes open down the...
This story is dedicated to a Woman without whom there would have been no idea and no story. She knows who she is. -- Her eyes were fixed on the belt holding together his black robe. Partially it was in deference, but she also needed something to concentrate on. The cocktail of drugs she had been given in the village were making her feel light headed and i...
Every night Han prayed. He burned cedar at the altar, kneeling nude there for hours in supplication. His father had taught him the ritual; he'd seen it work so long ago. Now he was of age and his own offerings went ignored. Weeks passed into months. The trees blossomed and died and snow lay mute on the world. Still he worshipped. The longer he was ignored,...
The Acolyte kneels on the stone steps of the altar where she has been left. Her eyes are glassy from the tincture she was given, something to help ease her into her new life in service of the god. Under the plain linen robe she was wrapped in her breasts rose and fell with her breath anxiously, her nipples rubbing themselves to hardness and aching on the tex...
It had been a long tough summer. My company had assigned me as usual to be the lead on major development project. For the past four months I had worked seven days a week, twelve plus hours a day. It seemed all I did was work and sleep. I seldom even had the energy for a stress-relieving jack off. The big celebration party and large bonus check after the suc...
Following many trials of sheer physical tolerance to a full range of tortures on her body, Polly is finally prepared for the ultimate punishment by the disciples of the Marquis de Sade in his temple. And to be reunited - briefly - with her father. * Polly and her friends enjoyed the freedom of the island the next day. Lucy and Marina had found a mutual del...
If you are following the different chapters, welcome back. If this is your first reading from the series, enjoy and try out chapter one if you like what you see here! All feedback welcome. Part Thee: The Great Dark Decision Aideen and I left the house on a night in July to seek out the enchanctress Reenan. We brought our special kit, under the instruction...
Lisa allowed a final moan of desperation as she gave in and splayed her legs wide to the invader, inviting it, begging it to fill her with it's sizzling passion, silently begging it to shoot it's steaming load hard up between her thighs. She moved to its rhythm, its huge red member plunging deep in and out as though to make certain every last shred of her vi...
When the church doors open and the first notes of the nuptial march begin, Evellyn, a beautiful and voluptuous twenty-one-year-old redhead, feels a lump in her throat and almost begins to cry, but she remembers that it can smudge the makeup. Furthermore, she will not appear well in the footage and photos, whose video and camera operators are a few meters ahe...