The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Belle woke to find the beast had disappeared. Looking across his moonlit room she saw no shadow of him. Where could he have gotten off to? She rose from the bed and walked across the floor and looked out the window. Beyond the window she could see the town that had once served as her home, bathed in moonlight and slumber. Had it been a month already she had...
The hotel lounge was almost clamorous this evening. Hardly able to decipher what her friend was asking, Belle leaned in to hear better. The musky scent of her girlfriend's perfume and the gentle brush of the wispy tendrils of her hair against Belle's cheek caused an involuntary sigh. Not one of desire, really, but something else. Belle definitely never label...
Tricksters are often the most reviled of all the Gods. They are most commonly found meddling in the lives of mortals. Victor brushed his hair behind an ear and took a sip of bourbon. A double with a single ice cube. The bar he sat in was quiet, with only a handful of people in the place, and none of them near the booth Victor sat in. Victor was, by all acco...
Belle woke the following morning in her massive new bedroom, alone. The silken covers were draped over her naked form and the sunlight flittered across her. Her mind recalled the previous nights evens, shuttering with feeling she sat up to gaze about the room. On the tea table sat a breakfast tray, gentle steam rose from the tea pot. Belle smiled to herself...
Belle Dingle was taking advantage the warm spring weather by walking in the beautiful countryside around the village of Emmerdale. She was crossing a meadow, with hosts of spring wild flowers coming into bloom , when her mobile phone 'pinged', " that's a surprise," she said out loud. The message was from Lucy, the London based lawyer who had been Belle's fi...
:) The mansion on 39th street had always been considered haunted by the locals. It had belonged to an ancient and power family - The Caervon's. The Caervon's had lived there for centuries. A secretive and very reclusive family, they had rarely ventured amongst the locals and families that resided in the large town not far away. They had been a well thought...
Since the start of her love affair with Alexander, Belle had grown to enjoy - wait, no crave - the most carnal of senses. The feel of her husband's sticky cum leaking out of her and down her thighs, the smell of her cunt juices on his face, the soreness of her well-fucked pussy, the taste of his cum still deliciously on her tongue and lips. These badges of s...
This is the 9th part of a 12 part tale of a Lady and her stable of slaves 9. Bi Ways After getting back to his room Jared was too keyed up to immediately fall asleep. Despite Thomas' unexpected and inexplicably kind words he knew he had been dismally derelict in his actions the previous evening and that the others, as Michael had already declared, would be...
It was a very rainy day in the Yorkshire village of Emmerdale. Belle Dingle on a day off from her job at the vets. Decided to have a day shopping in nearby Hotton. Arriving in town at approximately 11 am, she was soon bored by the lack of suitable shopping outlets for a young lady of 19 years. She was about to board the bus back to Emmerdale when she hear...