Author's Note: Hey everyone! OK I literally just wrote this because my Pathfinder character got laid and I needed to blow off steam. Heh. Names have been changed to protect innocent RPGers! It's just a short stroke piece, so I don't anticipate any follow-up installments. Tell me if you had fun in the comments, though! Happy one-handed reading! ~Eris/D&T *...
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...
Chloe twisted around in front of her mirror to check the overall effect of the 6th outfit she had put on in half an hour. What would his first impression of her be? What would he expect her to wear? The instruction in his last email had been as explicit as it was ultimately vague, "Put on the sexiest dress or skirt and top you own. Under it I expect to find...
Battery Park New York City The rain drummed against his umbrella to the point that it practically drowned out all other sound. As his fingers fumbled with the key to his three-floor Brownstone, David Fenwick was aware of a car pulling up along the sidewalk. He looked over his shoulder and saw a jet-black sedan sitting there with its engine running. The re...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
"Sometimes, I wish I still knew what it was like, to feel things, and to have a heartbeat," Shadya Ismail said, as she stood inside Dr. Jayson "Jay" Hawthorne's living room, looking more tired than he could ever remember seeing her. The tall, handsome African-American physician looked at her with concern, and for a moment, he looked much older than his thirt...
[I want to thank my Editor HeyAll for taking his time and making this chapter as presentable as he possibly could. Once again I want to thank my readers, I love you all. And I want to say I'm sorry about the way my first chapter seemed to do; few people that read it expressed inconsistent story but that was all planed. I know it's kind of full of plot holes...
This story is dark. Do not be confused with my other slightly lighter hearted one. It's purpose is to prepare you for how far I might go with my stories. I toned it down as much as I could, but it gets pretty heavy either way. It is in the same universe as Mykris Hale's story, but has different characters. I already had this pretty much half-finished when yo...
12:20 PM the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee The "BRIGHT EYE SWALLOW" bus had made its trek from Louisville, Kentucky in record time. Carrying a wide range of interesting passengers on it's journey to the Gulf. Two riders in particular stood out among the hicks from the sticks. Lovely, "Renee Cherish" was given the task of not only being a Counselor but...
I had Jasmine promise to call me at work when my order finally arrived at the shop, you see I had promised my slave that her new dress would be here this week, and I believe that when a Master makes a promise he must keep it. I had decided to purchase a new latex dress for my slave, let me describe it to you, from the neck down, the neck is made stiff rubb...