The demon smiled into the coming clouds, feeling the heaviness of the air, the promise that had been building long before the sun had set the night before. There was electricity in the air, the scent of building rain, the morning sun overwhelmed by the approaching storm. The potential had truly become promise near midnight, but he had still wondered if the...
My wife has disciplined and punished me since before we were married – and that was nearly twenty years ago. To clarify, in our house the difference between discipline and punishment is that one is applied prior to an ejaculation, when the pain is at least partially mitigated by my horniness and the latter is applied immediately following my ejaculation, t...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Twelve : Is He Protected? My boyfriend/servant's guide to sexual traps, now deleted, [Note: It isn't. It is Tale 09] was his pathetic attempt at providing advice to men. This guide is for newly adult women, particularly those who want to become sexually fe...
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. Her mother was dying. Cinderella didn't need anyone to tell her that. The sad faces and averted eyes of the visitors that poured through their home told her that. The extra gentle touch of her father's hand on her shoulder told her that. And the pale, withered husk of her once lively mother told her that. She held her...
She was positively glowing with happiness as she swirled around the reception in her flowing white gown. Her dream had been many years in the making, but the reality was finally here. Sarah was truly the 'blushing bride.' Tom had just given her the first order of her married life. Taking his hand, she led him into a small side room and giggling, closed the...
Eyes half-lidded, Xanir lounged watching her as she backed away. Alanna began to shimmy her shoulders, the hot sunlight melting through the dishevelled golden silk that had more or less survived the morning's adventures. One lean hand lifted from the bench and beckoned imperiously. "Not here," growled Xanir. "There isn't enough space." Alanna smiled and flu...
We've enjoyed a night on the town, a lovely meal, champagne and dancing. The entire night is foreplay. Our fingers tangle across the table, his sensitive fingertips grazing a line on my wrist, my waist, my neck. Claiming and stamping my body as his own. My hand drifts across his thigh beneath the tablecloth, coming within millimeters of what I know must be a...
Sonia had struck out with her attempts at a celebrity titfight in the weeks after her dual victories in New Orleans, and life back home was settling into its familiar groove. We did enough work to keep ourselves occupied and fulfilled on that front and participated in the snooty social conventions that our neighborhood and financial status required. A new co...
A BDSM historical romance split into several installments. Hopefully you enjoy the first installment of Caleb and Eloise's story. ***** Eloise Elizabeth Smith. She wrote the name and stared at it. She was no longer a Cleary, but a Smith, and would be forever more. She had married Caleb Smith because she was forced to by her family. Families like hers alway...
The Beginning Driving west, Harold and Helen Yodersohn had left behind all they knew, the adjacent towns of their conservative religious community. Isolated, they knew the surrounding world only indirectly and not very well. The Latter-day Puritans had a 19th-century feel with conservatively dressed women and healthy hard-working men. The couple had fit in...