I will begin with explaining that there is nothing extraordinary about me. I was born into a modestly wealthy family of a reasonable social class. Having lost my parents rather early in life, I was shipped off to my grandmother’s where an army of servants and sycophants could ensure my proper education. In person, I am a tall woman with a dark look abou...
..."You realize Finch, don't you, that simply looking at you makes me horny," Debbie smiled. His perfect teeth flashed white in a grin. "Lord, you must be tipsy." Sweeping past him, she threw a cheerful glance over her shoulder. "You know I barely drink." He followed her swaying form and alluring fragrance to their cabin. Finch inserted the key into thei...
This is the seventeenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous sixteen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. "Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternativ...
As I drove to the Leukemia Ball - by myself - that fateful Saturday night, I wondered how my life could be so rich in some ways, and in the crapper in others. For about the 10,000th time in the last two years I mused about how the old saying "Money can't buy happiness" was - at least in my case - not just a cliché but an axiom. The rich parts of my life? M...
Bianca was dreaming, usually she did not; the state she entered every day was not really sleep in the human sense. She was transported back in time, to her first years as a vampire, when she was still learning how to survive and thrive. He was still with her, she was happy then, they would hunt together, prowling the streets and canals of Venice in search of...
If I were yours, you'd know how much I love to play at performance and wanton display. That I like to recline against the headboard, like some lusty courtesan with you, my ardent admirer at the opposite end. You'd know how I open my soft thighs, shyly at first, then boldly as we warm to the game. Open my legs to reveal the pinkness of my flesh and with finge...
After the Opera by The Accidental Goddess Another round trip to Sydney, hardly had time to recover from the one last week. But I'd booked 2 pairs of opera tickets some time ago. So we saw Traviata at the Uproar House and the following night la boheme on the harbour. Both fine productions, myjohn hadn't seen either of them, I know some of the arias by heart...
"Do you like zat my pet?" A French accented voice sings softly against your ear. "Mhmmmmm." You groan in affirmation, riding a high unlike anything you had ever felt before. "Well, go on... say eet then." A hot, wet mouth nibbles at your earlobe playfully. "Say what?" You sigh in semi-distracted bliss. "Say, Mistress Delphine, I like eet when you stroke...
The Kingdom of Hafizar, which is bordered by Kuwait to the north, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to the South and is considered the smallest of the Gulf States, stands at the doorway of progress and peril. The Kingdom has a population of three million inhabitants, most of them centered in the three major cities, Al-Mokhtar, Behar and Thobar. Ninety percent of t...
"Great Master, as you can see from these reports, Lord Shang Tsung died from massive heart failure caused by lethal disruptions to his solar plexus meridian points. "While many clans have styles that cause similar trauma, we have identified five specific meridian points that were targeted in this case. "There is only one technique that would fit the pr...