This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
Pulling into the space next to his car, I couldn't shut mine off fast enough. I was out the door and hurrying around the trunk before it was closed. He mirrored my actions, moving swiftly across the seemingly invisible space between us. In a breath, I was enveloped. In his arms, yes, but beyond the physical, simply absorbed. Time melted as our bodies met, m...
I am a good soldier but even good soldiers get captured. I did not see her and there really is no excuse for that. My only consolation is that I am not alone. Before I realized she was in front of me I felt the collar slip around my throat. I'd been told what to expect in training but nothing can prepare you for the complete loss of power. My muscles all rel...
They were coming. Aurora knew from the chaos raging outside the temple walls that their people had fallen. She had gathered the priestesses in training into the outer rooms. Their morning had been spent in the bowels of the temple burying their secret texts and using their mental abilities jointly to totally conceal the area. She was powerful as the head p...
For a man who had been delivered naked with a head n his lap, Steve Jacobs was very calm After getting dressed he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. "Aren't you angry?" Donna demanded Jacobs thought for a moment, "Not really." Why not! Sasha humiliated you, you didn't capture her." "True", he agreed. "But overall this was a profitable venture." "How?!"...
My apologies for the long delay - like six years! - in posting this next part of the 'Give me the Man' opus, but I'm afraid I've had serious health problems which, for quite some time caused me to reappraise things, and I just haven't been writing. I've decided however that an hour or so of creativity every now and then can only be a Good Thing so I've been...
Copyright ©, 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved. * * * * * My wish came true sooner than I thought. About two weeks later, Drake called me at home. "Hi, Joann. I have a proposition for you, if you are interested in doing some more figure m...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty: Stone Dreams I went back inside rather than watch everyone leave; I was going to miss them, and worry about Anders and Solona, and somehow watching people go was just harder than it should have been. Or maybe it's just my lack of sleep? Alistair caught up to me before I got far, pulling me against his chest and just holding me. I...
The commission came from the highest court; no less than that of the king himself. This naturally should have and would have impressed nearly everyone, and been obeyed without question. The warlock Aghnman, however, was not an average citizen. Little known, but highly respected (and feared), it was generally agreed that the man answered to powers other than...
As you are preparing for your day your television flickers on with an emergency broadcast comes on and the tornado siren near your home screams. The emergency broadcast beeps: “Attention citizens stay in doors and lock your windows and doors until further notice, Martial Law is now in effect. Anyone seen trying to leave the city will be detained or forced ba...