Let me tell you about my boyfriend Mark. If I asked you to guess his age, I'll bet you'd say late thirties, just like everyone else does. Well, you wouldn't even be close – Mark turned sixty this year. There's not a trace of flab or wrinkle on his splediferous physique nor a grey hair anywhere, although that might be more about the fact that he shaves everyt...
Dear Shoeblossom... The stuff your readers send in amazes me! I have my own little dominant gal, and it is getting out of hand, but she is worth it, I think. I spoil Finnian, I really do. I just bought her a natural Autumn Haze Trotteur mink coat with matching muff. Finnian claims to be anti-animal cruelty, but when she saw the mink she squealed with joy,...
A short one with very little sex. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. "Aaron, you don't know how damn tiring it is to be beautiful." My wife and I were having a rare meal together, lately she was always too busy to be home for dinne...
Oh dear- yet again another one-off. Sorry. Still working. Just this little nugget was clamoring to be born. So much so that it was blocking everything else. *sigh* Much better now. For Eric - You make a darn good muse. -W ***** "Enter." The voice, as strong and commanding as the man who owned it, called out at Hannah's soft knock. She opened th...
This story is based on the Batman animated series universe. This is a fun little fan fiction that is not to be taken seriously. Hope you all enjoy it. ***** The blackness of night covered the famed, Gotham City. Down at the southern section of the crime ridden city was its dockyard, consumed by a thick blanket of mist and fog. That did not hinder some of t...
chapter 9 James Parish, MD hardly ever made it to Saigon anymore, not since his little epiphany, anyway. Which came one night a few months after Tet, and not long after Callahan was sent packing. It had been a rough night, with non-stop casualties arriving every fifteen minutes from C-Med's three forward aid stations. They'd been taking sustained fire al...
Authoress' notes: This is a(nother) sequel to the Imperial Prostitute series. I know I'll get a lot of negative feedback on this story, but I don't care. I really enjoy writing this, especially the character Ta'tan'ia. If you don't want to read it, don't. I really, really want to end this series, as I do feel as though it's going on too long. However, beside...
Marcy had auditioned to dance at the Brass Pole a few months after the amputation of her left leg, and Candice had agreed she could have a month to show she could find an audience. After practicing and trying to develop new routines she realized it just wasn't possible to be as erotic and fluid as before the amputation. "Candice, I'm sorry," Marcy said. "I...
Vengeance Koshka had in spades, if not against Puck, then people who deserved it. She sought out people in need of succor for their rage and grief, whispering her name into their ears or leaving them something akin to a calling card so that they could invoke her, as the ancient laws of magic dictated. Coming to them in her demonic form and outright offering...
My eyes struggle to focus but I force them to. I need to watch him, be aware, try and anticipate his next move. His marvelous blue eyes bore into me, almost defying me to disobey his instructions. It is with a strange detachment, almost out of body, that I watch him stroke the tangled weave of his favorite flogger over my skin. Any moment now I know I will...