1 Homecoming The Faceless golem looked out across the castle's outer bailey with a cold, unfeeling gaze that made it seem more like an empty suit of armor than an unstoppable force of destruction. The moonsilver plating was as jet black as the day it had been painted, though it was so warped and dented from countless battles that it would have been virtual...
At six thirty the following morning Michael shook a sleeping Travis. "Last door on the right. Mistress wants you now. Hurry!" Standing and quickly getting his wits about him, Travis rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Michael remained standing and pointing. "Do I knock?" "Always knock! Now get going." He left Michael who had a hard-on just as pronounced as hi...
Linda helped Nicole slip into the skirt and blouse then handed her a pair of heels to slip on her feet. "Now take it easy sweetie as you have not been in heels in three months. Take your time and get use to them again." Nicole sat on the bed and slipped the shoes onto her feet. She had not looked at herself in a mirror since the day she had been hurt. Whe...
The crowded bar was dark and noisy; the music loud enough that my two best friends and I had to lean in closely just to carry on a conversation. Around us the table was littered with empty beer bottles; from across the table my friend Rhiannon shot me a wide grin. "Thank God you could come tonight, Lilly; Girls' Night just isn't the same without you." I ret...
"Sarah, you know I love you, and want to spend my life with you." Sarah and Jim cuddled in each others arms. Sarah, having turned 18 the day before, was dressed in her boyfriend's favorite outfit, her cheerleading uniform. She had her hair in a ponytail, and was laying her head up against his shoulder, as he reached over and cupped her C cup breasts and rub...
Beaumont ---- Aleron and Natalie were up early the following day, waking up to the gentle sunlight of the morning. They ate a small breakfast before they began training, as had been customary on their adventure to Santaria. Aleron sat on a tree stump as he watched, and judged, his daughter's footwork. He wasn't especially pleased with it, but she needed t...
Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age. ***** My Beloved Emily, Forgive me (as I'm sure you will, dear sister) for deluging you with my ill-considered words, but I am in turmoil! It was with great difficulty last night that I yielded to sleep, so full my thoughts were of yesterday's...
The Plough and the Stars © 2018 1r1shman101 Note to Readers: This is one where you're really better off reading Part 1: The Studio first. Much of what happens here doesn't make real sense without it. Plus, you'll be missing a really good hand job. ***** "See, the, thing is," Tess says, "Irish girls are Goddesses of the hand job." We're sitting, me,...
***** I. ***** As the glaring sunlight streamed in though the sealed windows, the train carriage felt like an oven. The summer heat wave, combined with broken air conditioning, kept the temperature within at an almost unbearable level. Despite the fact that he was the only passenger in an otherwise deserted car, with the oppressive heat he nevertheless fe...
Chapter 12: Martyrdom "Golden Girl. Step forward." It was the Duc's voice, cold and commanding. Though Dorée was victorious in her first competition at the Chateau, she would get no praise from him. He had lost his wager against her, and he was not about to mask his displeasure. But Dorée was too far gone for fear. She stepped forward, curtseyed deeply, a...