"So, this is the famous Kari Wuhrer, eh? How have things been for you of late?" I spoke from behind the sultry screen siren, known for iconic roles such as Maggie Beckett in Sliders and Allison from the Prophecy. "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you?" the actress looked up from her table on the outside patio section of the bistro, the look on her face su...
Once upon a time there was a beautiful maiden. She was the most beautiful girl in all the land. Her hair was spun gold, her eyes were like happy dancing violets, her rosy lips were plump and her body was that of a siren. She was happy and graceful and kind. She lived in a land ruled by an evil queen. Her dark magic was like an iron thumb keeping control of...
Three stories precede this one, in temporal order: Christine. A tale of lust. Angela. Teased and pleased. Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge. For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thio...
The lights were turned off when the knock came at my door, exactly on time, only the amber glow of many candles casting their flickering illumination throughout the apartment. I'd instructed her to shut her eyes after knocking, and so I reached for her hand as I opened the door, leading her in without a word. At once, I was behind her, a whisper of silk soun...
So...this all actually happened. I'd swear on it, but if you aren't going to believe me the first time when I tell you it's true, I don't imagine swearing will help much. As for the story...I'm not changing a thing—except the names. Hell, probably for many of you reading this, this stuff that happened is probably too tame—it doesn't involve urine, gangbangs,...
For Helen Bryant, the experience of being a kept slave for Ned and Roxanne was more than just painful. It was the end of her career. What she didn't realize was that she would run into her former boss again, very soon. Her new owners ran in the same circles. Master Ned and Mistress Roxanne had recently enlisted the services of Maxwell and Worthington, the la...
This contribution of mine is an attempt by me to raise some of the very important issues raised by many of the Loving Wives tales. Before I discuss more general areas, it is appropriate that I place before you details of my own martial situation that have motivated me to comment on these issues. When I decided to marry my wife it was because of my unconditi...
I had been expecting it. Ever since the Matriarchal Party had swept to power, the noose had been closing. But, I have to give the leadership credit. While they had steadily tightened their grip on the male population, the pace had been slow, slow enough and uneven enough to avoid panic or mass migration out of the country. Like lobsters in a pot, the water w...
The swamp reeked of bitter peat, fertility lost long ago. Skeletal trees etched across the canyon like lightning bolts. It was once a valley of green, nestled between two rocky slopes. Now it was grey muck, given color only by flashlights and torches. Some of the more self-conscious highwaymen had rolled up their jeans to prevent the mud from staining thei...
I saw that bitch again on New Year's Eve. She went in and out of my view as the mob shuffled back and forth in a mysterious non-rhythm. Waitresses in tuxedo tops, short skirts and fishnet stockings swam through the crowd like sharks through a school of guppies, carrying champagne bottles atop ice buckets, atop black trays. Dressed in a latex mini-dress, her...