A few words, first of all, about the differences between boy-love and girl-love. Boy-love is much simpler. Men are like puppets, marionettes to be precise, and there's only one string to pull. Women are puppets, too, but with a whole hell of a lot more strings. I have extensive experience with both sorts of love. My problem is I can't be happy with one or th...
Christian sat in the back of the class, his eyes glued to the back of his teacher's skirt. She wasn't really his teacher, just a substitute. Every once in a while one of his normal teachers would be out sick, or take a personal day, and nine times out of ten he'd walk into the classroom and there would be Miss Anderson. Sometimes one of his buddies would hav...
They strolled along, down toward the market. Christian couldn't help but chuckle over the way Kinlye's eyes shone. "They are so pretty." Kinlye reached out, her hand going through the aura of a couple of the vendors. "Did I look like that to you?" "Your aura was a brilliant white, Kinlye. There aren't too many of them. You were sweet and kind and virtuous...
---to all of those who sent me feedback and wanted me to continue with the story, here it is, I hope you all like it and continue with the great constructive criticism.---Selene Dawn was just around the corner and the birds started to stir. Silence had fallen over the forsaken lovers and the world seemed to stop. They were asleep; the only noise in the home...
Chapter 5 Maybe You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone The next day at school felt like an eternity for Chris. All he could think about were the visions Shyra had showed him. He had always been considered weird, and people thought of him as a freak, but he knew better. He was about to save the world. In his mind, he was the ultimate galactic defender. He ignored the...
On the Saturday morning of Vivian's Messalina Weekend, Michael Hennessy was the first to wake up. He thereupon fixed a hearty breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, hash browns and pancakes. Vivian took care to eat an ample amount since in the next twenty-four hours she would only have the opportunity to eat an occasional cheeseburger here and there. Then she...
***Monday's Child is fair of face, Tuesday's Child is full of grace, Wednesday's Child is full of woe, Thursday's Child has far to go, Friday's Child is loving and giving, Saturday's Child works hard for a living but the Child born on the Sabbath Day is fair and wise and good and gay.*** It looked like an ordinary well. Quaint but quite ordinary. An oak-pan...
First of all, ignore everything everybody else said. Either it’s out and out lying (Emma,) or the result of a complete lack of insight (Daryl,) or somebody twisting everything around to make it all prettier than it was and to make himself look good (Christian.) Nobody told the truth about what happened, but I will. I’ll tell you the truth. I wasn’t going to...
Chapter 6: The Next Big Step The drive home was a quiet one, besides the moans that were coming from Christian. Whenever they would stop at a red light, Alexia would stroke his ears. At one light she leaned over and licked his ear lobe, causing him to shiver. Christian could feel his erection growing and the ride home went a bit quicker. When they reached t...
Early in May 1982, Christian met Christine for the first time and Clare was there also, hovering around their conversation about waist sizes and other anatomical details. Deliberately, she was intending to take no part in Christine's figure training, but to act as encouragement and advisor when necessary. The arrival of a new corset trainee marked a develop...