Wednesday morning came soon enough, and with bleary eyes I reached a hand out to turn off the alarm clock. I'd put it on the 10 minute timer so I sank back into the warmth of the bed and reached over to where Martin should have been – it was cold and vacant and I sat bolt upright then, wondering where he had gone. I called and got no answer, so I got up an...
(1) Ms. Angelino taught a night class on vampires at Loyola University in New Orleans. A class on the influence of vampires on contemporary culture and their origins in history. It was the highlight of my junior year curriculum at the college. All of my other classes just seemed like obstacles on my journey to the treasure that each evening was in her room...
The stream of people entering the dungeon ebbed and flowed. It wasn't a large room and yet so much happened in there -- the tumult of people, the punishments, the dominance and submissiveness, the creativity, the spectacle of an unusual underground world. The 'B' rated filmic version of cold, damp, slime walled dungeons, rats scurrying, their nails clicking...
This is the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. "Child you work very hard to do things exactly as I tell you. Obedience suits you." Cassy stared up at him her e...
Bob was stunned! He'd just gotten an e-mail from Ruth at the nursing home. They were asking him to come and get Carol as soon as it was convenient. She wasn't working out. This was a real surprise. He thought for sure a stint at a place like that would have done Carol a world of good. Taking care of the elderly, people who were weak and vulnerable he expecte...
Midday, a blinding white sphere hung in the center of a blue film of sky. Two stalwart figures slowly made their way along the beach. No breeze lightened their efforts. Nothing but a level of hot baking air that settled poisonously above the sand and burned the very air in their nostrils. They stopped for some moments and looked at each other as they leant o...
The day is still warming so you decide not to put your coveralls back on yet. You drink from your canteen and eat a little. To be sure you get back before dark, you strike off in the direction of the road. It's a little sad leaving the tree, but the joyous grin that has been on your face for what seems like hours keeps coming back as you remember and replay...
The Peep Show.... Introduction I had a wet dream inside a nightmare hours after I had closed my eyes, and the coffin had ceased to allow any more light in. A slut. She was super vixen that could cultivate the highest level of erotic allure. Her sex appeal, though trashy, was the incarnate of a myth that resonates through vortexes of time and space, from t...
Her throne glimmered with gold. Ornately carved, fashioned by the continent's finest craftsmen, it sat on a dais of burgundy and jade. He took the princess's hand delicately, elegantly holding hers on top of his, and led her. "Your throne, your highness" He enjoyed how quickly her expression changed from pride to shame, as she spied the finger-length pro...
It’s morning, not particularly early, but overcast; if you are the romantic sort, or the depressive sort, or some easy combination of both, it gives the distinct impression of faded photographs. Those gray skies. It’s like the whole of the earth is encased inside of a slate chest that just had the lid shut; it’s foreboding and draining. It saps the strength...