"It must be like puppy Christmas," said Alex, looking over all the packages. "Bark!" Bubbles agreed. "Let's see what we've got," said Alex. First he opened the large box, which contained all the new puppysuits. This was good; Bubbles' current one was starting to get damaged from the constant wear. Alex figured they would just throw it out now that they ha...
"Contessa, I think I've found exactly what you're looking for." La Contessa is on a mission; she has brought me into the Cannaregio district of Venice again to scour her contacts in the whore-houses of Venice for a girl who can play the role of a slave girl for her. She is deep in conversation with the matron of Il Torro Negro tavern. I was raised in the Ca...
Helen had no means of judging how long she spent in the clinic. The time was used by her controllers to enforce her total dependency on them. They controlled when she ate or drank and when she slept. Part of keeping her off balance was to keep moving her between the Rubber Room, the dungeon and a small bare cell. Her freedom of movement was constantly limite...
Hello people. Hope you are doing well out there in Fantasy Land. What, you say you are not in Fantasy Land? Oh you will be soon. Don't worry, because we are going deep into Fantasy Land. So deep, we may never return. And believe me, you will go to Fantasy Land with me. Even if I have to pick you up and sling you over my shoulder. So come with me, to Fantasy...
Home from work on Wednesday afternoon, Valentine's Day, Emily was ablaze and I could not be happier. Nine a.m. to six p.m. Monday through Friday I was a wage slave. For twenty-four years five months twelve days I had served honorably in the United States Navy on arduous sea duty and isolated shore assignments working strange hours, standing duty every few...
1 "I'm going for a shower." Heather said, as she climbed out of the pool. "Ok." I replied, watching from my poolside chair. She pushed back her wet dark hair, adjusted her bikini top and padded softly through the open glass doors of our chalet. Although forty, Heather had the body of a thirty year old, with a light brown skin tone that suggested she may b...
He left Ibrahim smiling his shark grin and wandered into the bathroom trying not to let Ibrahim's obvious enjoyment get to him. The bathroom was huge with a high backed, claw foot bath set into the centre and a glass panelled shower unit which took up an entire corner of the room. He began to run water into the bath, taking the opportunity to have a mooch in...
1 Many of us balk at the idea of storytelling being something of a clinically constructed device, but everybody has their own methods; ways of writing that work best for them. Long before I studied media I was a ball of chaotic creative energy with little conscious method beyond the dialogue and the description. I can look back and both cringe and revel...
Disclaimer/note: Characters and setting are property of Team Ninja. This fictional story is based on Dead or Alive Xtreme 2. The story features lesbian relationships: and some days (i.e. chapters) also feature violence or offensive language. Please don't read it if you aren't old enough. -Morning of Day Eleven- My cell phone buzzed. It was 0610. I uncoiled...
Dedicated to r.a. He blew a ring of smoke into the cool, crisp evening air and looked up into the full moon. It was a lovely night. He should be proud. He stood in the small almond orchard and looked at the moon framed between the trees. The white light from the moon mirrored onto the blossoms making them seem white instead of pastel pink. He continued t...