The small audience assembled in the chamber -- scarcely a dozen ladies and gentlemen -- had fallen silent. Before them, a single musician gently pulled his bow across a brick of rosin. Looking at him, one could scarcely believe that he spent his every moment in the company of nobility and the well-to-do. He was thin and wiry with a perpetually disheveled app...
Author's note: Whenever I'm in a crowded public place, I enjoy people-watching. Sometimes, I will make up a back story for a particularly interesting person. If I'm at the airport, for example, I may imagine where that person has been or where he or she is going. I'll create a personality for them, and a life story to explain how they got to be in the place...
Prudence was a little dismayed by the West London traffic, but not infuriated with it, as she would normally have been. The triumph of her riddance of Horace, and the sense of liberty it gave her in the light of the first part of her plan going sweetly to schedule, had her merely laugh at the situation, joining in with the chorus of honking horns as a delive...
Disclaimer: I do not own Wynonna Earp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Waverly Earp cried out in panic as she was suddenly awoken by something landing on her. As anyone would she freaked out for a few long seconds, then anger replaced fear as she realised it was her sister on top of her. But that was where the normality cease...
There it was. Damn it, I thought. She had broken our deal. We were both supposed to sacrifice something for our relationship for each other. That was the agreement. She was supposed to quit smoking, which was a harmful, expensive habit, yet there was the evidence, staring me in the face. There was the ashtray, out in the open, with a cigarette butt still rel...
This short story takes place around Halloween, or as it was called in the old days, All Hallows Eve. Many people, especially those who lived in the Emerald Isles, believed that on that night witches gathered to dance around their bonfires and worship the old gods. Because of the significance of the day and the fact that there was often extra effort to root o...
Exhausted by the unexpected fuck fest with my best friend Amy, I descended rapidly into a torporous sleep drifting on waves of sexual pleasure and the narcotic buzz of marijuana. My mind and body traveled into a deep dream state and I found myself on my back in a student bedroom in Paris, the walls covered in vintage French circus posters. To my left was a...
My stories are in generally in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one: I Hire Monica The Maid Monica's First Day as My Maid Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner I Massage Monica the Maid Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities I Become a Therapeut...
I had fun surprising Lydia with my loot-stashing spell. I was certain that if she was now sworn to defend me and my belongings with every ounce of strength she had, then I could definitely trust her with my secrets as well. Which also meant I was going to help her master the self-cast Alteration spell that would allow her to control her pussy's inner walls a...
Tags up front: alien, harem, consent, psychic powers, male-female sex, blowjob, bikinis, fantasy, dream control, night elf, a little taste of mff and a little taste of female-female sex. ***** Miranda dreamed. She stirred in a luxurious bed, covered only in a silken bedsheet. Sunlight dampened by curtains gently coaxed her awake. As her eyes fluttered ope...