She launched back and forward her sword fighting an imaginary enemy, her graceful body moving with experience of centuries, long black jet hair flowing down her back, her breath coming out in little gasps, "training," she called it. Training for the fights she has to face regularly, fights to protect her people, her subjects, and her followers. Kyla, Mistres...
Please give me the support of your vote. * Love at first sight, dressed all in blue with a gold badge on his chest, Susan meets the man of her dreams. Thinking back while warming my hands with my hot coffee cup, needing to write this story for my sanity, I wrote this story as if it was all a bad dream instead of a perfect love affair. With it all happenin...
The evening before, Angel had been in a bar. Some said Angel looked severe, as her hair was often drawn back and she would sometimes leave her face blank, without expression. She had a classic sense of style, modest without being dull; she was wearing high heels, a necklace, and a short black dress. Her date was of average height, with the slightly pudgy loo...
Thanks for all your comments. Glad to see you're reading part 2. Looks like you're taking your 1st steps to be in control of your relationship. You know anger is a sign of fear. By the way I do have a male dog. It's a little Japanese Chin that I had neutered immediately. Every 4 weeks he gets his nails trimmed hair washed and cut short except for his tail a...
Club Sin. Michael had passed it hundreds of times in his life, but had never gone in despite his keen interest in the subject matter. He had only recently been able to confess to his girlfriend his particular kinks -- she was proud of him for having done so, and had even gone so far as to buy him a session with a professional domme for his birthday. Two whol...
Thanks to every one who has read part 1 and especially to those who gave such lovely positive feedback. I wrote this story nearly 15 years ago and was inspired by a now defunct website that I used to subscribe to. Reading it back today as I proof-read it before posting, it didn't seem as extreme as I remember it, but I guess that says more about how porn has...
Author Note: I've included a bit of backstory to this one in case I want to expand it in the future. Hopefully it doesn't take away too much from the story and you enjoy it. I welcome all positive and negative feedback. ****** Eyes struggling open to the sound of her alarm, she flailed around in a failed attempt to turn it off. Most mornings would be spen...
I woke up the next morning in the motel bed, naked and alone. My first thought was that Big Bobby had left me, that he had left and moved on to his next conquest. I let out a sad sigh, then my ears picked up the distinct sound of a shower head pumping out water, and a smile quickly crept across my face. After a yawn and a quick stretch of my arms, I sat up a...
I met Celeste at a party my friend Jerry invited me to. Given that Jerry happens to be gay, I already knew what kind of party it would be. But I let him talk me into going, because he said that some of the bi chicks didn't mind playing with straight guys like me. And I might get lucky and find two who wanted to share. Besides, he felt I needed to change the...
(Fannie is sent away for slut/slave training! Her training will be chronicled in a future chapter.) Pt. 1 Fannie's husband S is on his way home from work as his cell phone rings. "Hello." "Hi S this is Cindy. Got a minute?" "Sure. Everything alright with Fannie?" He asked. "Perfect. Couldn't be better! She just left for home and I was just wondering...