Annabel Sarin was a proud and beautiful woman. She had married well at a young age and now spent her time traveling between all her favorite venues in Europe. On this occasion she found herself at Brandauer Castle in Austria where she was the honored guest of the Count and Countess. The entertainment for the evening was a formal ball which gave her the oppo...
Baron appeared in his living room. The night at the lab had been long and he'd been unable to focus. The woman intruded his thoughts at every turn. The distraction baffled him. He had no idea what to make of it. Was she a friend? An enemy? Why and how did she invade his thoughts? None of it made sense and the more he thought about it, the more his head ached...
Ythes kept her eyes fixed on the stone statue above her as she scaled the sheer side of the tower in the dusk of twilight. Carven in the image of a griffon-like monstrosity, the statue- like its twin on the opposite side of the tower- was ensorcelled to come to life and swoop down on any approaching intruder it detected. Ythes had been assured that the spel...
Baron eyed the blazing sign of the local red neck bar. This was a perfect night to experiment or die. The sky was clear with brisk temperatures and intermittent wind. Swallowing his rising fear, he braced his shoulders while his fingers clenched around the small device in the palm of his hand. The faint vibration from the gadget warmed his palm and eased hi...
Story by: Rikki To the readers: Sorry but this chapter has run much longer than I expected and will be done in several parts. The next parts should follow soon. Rikki This is a fictional story and contains scenes of explicit sexual (XXX) and s/m activities. It is a forced feminization fantasy story of a reluctant man, who is forced to cooperate in being...
This story, as are all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome, if not, thank you for visiting. ***** "Baron, you have a very nice vulva," Kelly said, admiring the handiwork. "I thought we were going to say 'whatchamacallit'," Baron said. "Whatchamacallit for you and thingamajig for me or whoope secti...
The airdrome was quiet this day. The fog that had crept in like a thief in the night still lay heavy on the land. The airplanes stood like silent statues as the mist soften their shapes. They lined the green grass landing strip which faded to gray in the fog. Mechanics and guards drifted in and out, shapes with no form. They called to each other in weird, mu...
Matilda's father was physically weak but, like his daughter, brave. During a siege in the Holy Land he had been rescued by Baron Gwilliam and had placed himself under a debt of honour. Unfortunately, the Baron was not a man of honour. When they were back in England he asked for the debt had to be paid by sending Matilda's brother to join him on a crusade. Th...
Preface Readers: I write to titillate, arouse, and entertain. Much of the material contained in this story is explicitly descriptive of an alternative lifestyle. If your comfort zone is based on missionary sex every other Thursday around 8 pm, this story will likely not suit your reading tastes. Comments are welcome, especially those that deal with the way...
All of my sexual escapades seem to start with the best intentions and before you know it they're out of hand and I'm getting fucked by some stranger in every hole. This particular event occurred after I'd arranged a hot date with a guy on the internet. His photo and emails seemed very interesting and I decided to try him out. We were to meet in a pub f...