Chapter 8: A Gate of Horn ***** So. This chapter is finally out. Yeah, it's been a while. >_> This chapter actually contains no sex at all. That has all been moved to the next chapter (And oh boy will there be a lot of it :3) Hope you guys enjoy! As always, comments and feedback are welcomed. CCG ***** "Hello father." "Come in, dear, come in,...
We express our love in such a different way. Until fairly recently I'd never really been involved in contrived or non-spontaneous sex. Whilst I was married, Mike and I had messed around with me dressing up, both of us tying the other up and some other stuff like that, but most of what we did was spur of the moment. We didn't usually think up new things, pla...
All the while, I was hotly aware of her cunt, which was naked and open just inches before my face. It was a pretty thing, soft, with delicate lips. The dark entrance glistened slightly. But what held my eye fast was her clitoris. I had never seen such a large one! It really was like a perfect model of a penis, with a large, dark-skinned glans, and smooth sta...
The smell of saltwater stings my nose. The creak of the ship's wood and the crashing of the outside waves hum into my ears. The sight of a content female graces my eyes. I do not remember the last time I felt this way. My bed warm, the sound of my lover's gentle breaths, the feeling of her in my arms, and our legs tangled like woven knots were all things tha...
Bright sunshine burned into Prince Ramses II's eyes interrupting his deep sleep. "What's going on?" he asked testily. "Prince Ramses, it is time for you to get up. The Nile is flooding. Your eighteenth cycle has begun. This is an important day," his personal assistant Anen replied as he pushed aside the tapestries covering the windows. "The vizier Paser wil...
CHAPTER ONE "Estielle?..." said a cool, calming voice, "Estielle... You need to wake up." She groaned, prying her eyes open against the light.... and then she remembered the pain.... Searing white agony down each side of her back, from her shoulder to her hip. Trembling with agony, she looked down, seeing light grey feathers.... her feathers.... "I'm sorr...
I really don't know where to start with this but I have to get it off my chest or the stress will just go on. My husband is a military hardware contractor. We've been happily married for four years, and trust each other implicitly. His job entails a lot of travel, but that has never been a problem for me - until recently. We moved to Washington, D.C. a few...
Note: This story is the seventieth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous sixty-nine episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I stron...
Note: This story is the thirty-sixth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous thirty-five episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly r...
"We're not going to leave this room at all, are we?" I murmured, feeling Jack's hand moving up from the back of my knee to my thigh under the covers. I couldn't remember the last time we had taken a nap together in the middle of the afternoon, and the late-afternoon sun peeking through the heavy curtains felt decadent, a rich, sweet indulgence. "That was my...