My name is Rose Anderson. I'm a five-foot-eleven, chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I work as a Dentist by day and at night, I am a whip-smart Dominatrix. Guess which job I love more. Anyhow, welcome to my world. It's going to be a fun ride, folks. I'm the most politically inco...
When you fall in love, you don't even consider the many ways it can complicate every aspect of your existence. Until it's too late. My name is Gretchen Wolfgang and I'm a young South African woman living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I transferred to metropolitan Toronto's very own Ryerson University from the University of Johannesburg in the...
In the bar, elbows flat on the wood, the dentist held himself up with another drink. He sipped the shot of Sambuca, and wondered about the three girls sitting next to him. Not the arrogant one closest to him, but the plump one in the middle. He watched her face in the reflection of the beer tap, almost hoping that she would look into the brass plate and see...
There is nothing quite like the thrill of the hunt, for both men and women. It's an ancient thrill hidden deep inside of us. In ancient times, man fought against magnificent yet terrifying predators like the saber-toothed cats and dire wolves. These days, the world is a bit more civilized. Men and women have gone to space. We built civilization. We have adva...
Arrival Christy couldn't believe it. There she was, in a luxurious hotel room, on some island in the middle of the mysterious Bermuda triangle, flipping through a catalog filled with naked men. Her best friend Clara was lying on the king sized bed and was also just gawking at the men in her catalog, letting out an occasional "Oh my gawd!" when she...
"The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear." -Antonio Gramsci Far below the world: darkness. Humans tend to define darkness as an absence. When light is taken away, darkness remains. A dark room can be lit again, if the curtains are pulle...
James was exhausted. His new apartment was two states over from his last place and, lacking a car or the money for a plane, he had needed to catch two coaches, one train, and an Uber to make it all the way there. He had also spent hours waiting at stations, had needed to walk almost twenty minutes from the first coach to the train, and had done the whole thi...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. It's been two years since you and the phantom thieves last defeated Yaldaboth. You now find yourself back in the velvet room. You are greeted by the twins who somehow have been separated from their true form. Petite, both velvet room assistants are dressed in their blue guard uniform with matching black...
Hello, there. My name is Styx. She whom the Underworld's deadliest river is named after. At first glance, I seem like a your average six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and long-haired, voluptuous woman sporting stylish urban gear. Yeah, that's the image the world sees when looking at me. However, as is the case with most people, there's more to me than meets the ey...
Prologue October 20th 1289 Midi-Pyrénées, France The moon shone bright against the solid backdrop of the night, a silent witness to the measures of the world. Like an all seeing eye, it never blinked, even as the tortured screams ceased to ring from the grand manor house upon the high hill. It never blinked, although it could not see within the mortared...