CHAPTER 1 Although it was the first calendar month of spring in South Australia a nip in wind from the south-south-west and originating in the Southern Ocean, swept across the plains to the ranges and into the remote servicing town of Respite Crossing to emphasize only the foolish would be wearing warm weather clothing just yet. Dressed in a zipped fleece-...
Auron could have slept longer, but the Pyreflies woke him, wagging his brain until it was thrumming in torment. Propping up on his elbow, he ground the heel of his hand into his good eye socket to pacify the Pyreflies and buff the sleep out of his face. It helped marginally, enough so she could at least squint around the inn room. "Raine?" Vocal cords grit...
Standing in the kitchen with nothing to keep you from full exposure but the tiny apron you wear per your Master’s instruction, your heart jumps with excitement as you hear the front door opening. Bouncing into the living room as your breast rub against the thin fabric you stop just before me with a wide grin and your hands cupped together in front of you....
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The plane, a twenty four year old, twin propellered Sentinel was two hours late in taking off from Tutuila International Airport, more affectionately known as Pago Pago Café, Samoa. It had been a radio fault that caused the delay and with the control tower's permission had begun to roll down the apron preparatory to lining up at the far end of the runway for...
Follow up story to the series "No Ordinary Study Session." You may want to read that three-chapter series first for more background and context. Thank you for reading and enjoy! **** "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Nikki asked me as we were sitting in the backseat of Molly's car. The outfit she had chosen to wear for to the nude sketching cla...
I was not made as others. This is the rule that has shaped my life. To know myself was to know my difference; the thoughts dawned together. Then I grew, and learned more each day how much and how far I differed from my kind. Perhaps it is mercy that we are so unlike. For those companions of my youth, so bright and full of promise then, so tired and broken...
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Clarke had almost got used to waking up naked, cold and alone in a cell, but this particular morning she was neither cold or alone. She was still naked and imprisoned, which certainly wasn't great, but finding herself being spooned by an equally naked Lexa almo...
The usual applies. Many thanks to Evilsnoman and Nulli for the proofing eye, Mikothebaby, for her super-duper edit skills and The Guild for their continuous support. In this chapter also the concluding part to "Broken Bones", nothing "bad" happening so no disclaimer needed for it this time. Cedar you rocked with this short tale, no words can describe how gr...
To RS, the delightfully alluring muse who has kept me on task. I hope it was worth the wait. Author's Note: This story involves BDSM, pet play, watersports, cuckolding, cuckqueaning, and humiliation. The first five parts are in fetish, but the cage aspect seemed more BDSM, though often I wish there was an option for spillover stories. For those who don't wa...