This letter is meant to be one of a series that is complementary to one written by "RedhairedandFriendly". She will be writing for the Queen's part in all letters after the very first one, "The Queen's Letter", which I wrote. These are excerpts not included in my future novel. My dear Queen, I appreciate your word of caution to me, regarding the matter o...
Dear Reader, This chapter is still a bit verbose and do forgive my tendency to repeat myself... I am still laying the setting for the story but we are slowly getting to the nitty-gritty... This is purely a fantasy so don't be surprised if it seems completely unrealistic... That's what fantasies are all about, right!? I am still unsure where this fits......
"What do you want, Vampire?" Elsa Martinez, last of the Brujas Del Infierno said to the monster standing before her. In her stately mansion located on La Via Casimir in the south side of Havana, Cuba, Elsa had been preparing for the night after a long day spent visiting her various textile businesses, making sure they were managed properly. The last thing th...
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...