Now that Amber seemed to be into our mutual venture, the deepest, darkest corruption fantasies had crept into my consciousness. No more guilt would be holding me back from introducing the advanced stages of corruption to my dear Amber. While I pretended to do my homework, awaiting my parents leaving, my mind drifted to the days recent occurences. While talk...
This is the conclusion of my Hotel Corruption Fantasy. This part has the first few rounds of our sexy playtime. Oh, I also noticed that I forgot to mention our ages in the first part so I'll do that now. Countess and Luci (Kitten) are both 21 and Bunny is 19. No adorable, fluffy animals were harmed in the making of this story. Constructive criticism and advi...
Tom Raymond's eyes narrowed as they tracked Louise's progress from his office. His mind coolly registered every detail, every nuance. The auburn hair that danced against the collar of her blouse. The dimples that appeared at the corners of her mouth each time she smiled. The wedding ring. The proud breasts. The languid sway of the womanly hips. The almost ar...
Chapter 1: The Demi-Urge I have sought you for millennia. Threading my way through all the souls on earth to bind you to me, my Sophia. Seeking that one blinding moment of union with the woman-soul of the creator of all. In my arrogance I pursue you, wanting a communion that no other man can share, craving each sweet fluid of your body. Wanting to mingle in...
There, amongst the remnants of the dead race, where their greatest queen reigned, two dragons lie dormant. One of pure evil, one of pure good, both yearning for a vessel, both lusting for a mate... She may be adequate for that purpose, our forlorn child... We shall see. "Silence, fools. We are close to the inner sanctum." The two mercenaries exch...
Casius found the library as he had left it, books, parchments and scrolls strewn everywhere. Reading more on the subject of the succubus the hours passed. Casius looked for more specific information; how to destroy this creature, this high demon. Finally coming upon a text in Latin, which as he read, began to chill his blood. The book was written by Walter M...
The Witch's Trail: Week 1 No one could say who said it first. Who heard "herbalist" or "healer" or "wise one," and said the word. In the end, it didn't especially matter. The word was spoken. Soon every ear in the town had heard it, then every ear in the Rhone valley: Mont Clare was bewitched. What followed was inevitable. When there is a cry of Witch! the...
It had always been the same. Each time the shock seemed to repeat itself as if for the first time. The cruel reality of living in two worlds was brought into a harsh and sharply defined form, only at that point. Whenever returning from some errand or duty, Abigail always walked towards the large grand house that dominated the exclusive square and paused at...
It had been 50 years since the vile witch Morgana usurped the throne and the kingdom from the rightful king, masterminding a reign of terror and madness that had not been equaled since King Arthur waged war with his own mad son. As her power and treachery poisoned the land, so too did hope and defiance bloom in equal measure. Like all blooms, however bright,...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...