The fire crackled and lit the sparse camp in flickers and sparks. Jameson sat on a stump he had drug near the fire, and turned a skinned quail and some tubers on the little spit he'd propped between two sticks. He looked to his horse, grazing on it's own, and smiled. He wasn't far from the town, but that particular horse was pretty mean tempered, so he wasn'...
Dear Father, or should I call you Sir? Most people around you do. I was five when mother died. Her smile and the warmth of her body were the last things I remember of her. I have an image of you laughing as I was nestling on her lap. After her death I was forbidden to talk about her and was deprived of my chance to grieve for my mother. I know she must h...
Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost. Copyright Ron Ryder 2003 Chapter 8: Life as a "Courtesan" takes an upbeat. Several days after my first encounter with 'green tie' I met Cecil again; on a Friday afternoon as I recall. As before, the 'invitation' came via "The Ogre" --- would I be available etc etc. When I got up there, however, there was no sign...
After receiving a cloned body I was immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. In the end I guess Human Recourses had figured me out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had figured out pretty good. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websi...
"Come to me tonight," you whisper into the phone on this Friday. "I need you. It's been a difficult week." "As you wish," I reply. "How do you want me?" "You know what I like." I can imagine the smile lighting your features as you picture it. "Add your collar." "As you wish." "I'll get home around 5:30. I want you there waiting for me." "Of course." ....
For the benefit of any unsuspecting reader, let me state now that this is NOT an article about how one might become a contented courtesan or smiling strumpet. Nope, not even a titillated trollop. Sorry about that. This assault on good taste and English letters is concerned with the fine art of creating attention grabbing hooks in the opening lines of your ne...
Reading Chapter one isn't necessarily required, but it will make more sense and give you a better understanding of the characters. All characters are OVER the age of 18. I am the sole author of this story. This story has elements of BDSM, submission and reluctance. If you do not like these themes, please move on to something you do like! Giving a story a b...
Part I: Reunion She watched him slowly, her eyes going from pale green to emerald flecked with silver, Her slightly pointed ears tuning into his thoughts and his troubles. Poor Sean... He's forgotten everything. Including me. Byron Duncan walked with his sister and best friend on their way to a theater play. She whispered to the air, "Dreamscape take t...
This story is written by a team of authors. We have worked together for a few years but this is the first public release of our work. Please enjoy. ***** She slipped through the crowd into the club, somehow not drawing the attention of the doorman or the line of eager patrons waiting to be let in. It was a new place, but it suited her needs precisely. The...