Two female security guards hovered over me. They reminded me of amazons. Each of them was at least six feet tall and had a lean, yet athletic look about them. I was only five foot, nine and one-hundred and twenty pounds. They made me seem small and ineffectual by comparison. Each of them had an iron grip on my arm and refused to let go as they led me down...
She spent the better part of the hour running her fingers over the top of the envelope, feeling the rough edge scrape her fingers over and over.It was an envelope he'd licked; an envelope he'd stuffed just as surely as one day he would lick and stuff her. He'd eve promised to send her one of his manuscripts. Heart pounding, breath ragged, she could no longer...
Ten o'clock in the morning is not a bad time for coffee. I'd be hard pressed to imagine a more popular drug in the world than caffeine, or a more universal delivery vehicle for that drug of choice than coffee. I mean, who among us doesn't automatically reach for a coffee, espresso, or latte first thing in the morning? It would seem to be a relatively small n...
The continued story of Norma Rogers, a young wife, mother and ATS officer, whose husband has been posted to Assam, thousands of miles away from her. She has no idea when or even whether she will see him again. She has been coping with a demanding job and, in the emergency, acted as an intelligence agent. In the closing days of the war she has been notified t...
As Always first things first. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I might add that we don't always see eye to eye, so I take full responsibility for any cock-ups in this story. * When I married Amy, I didn't really know what I was letting myself in for. I didn't realise I was vir...
The chronological order of my stories is now 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 used only for the literary purposes...
She was warm. A limbic, peaceful warmth that, had she any memory, sensory or tangible, of being cuddled and swaddled as a babe, this would be what it would feel like. But then something changed. Something was moving, something that should be still, was moving. The warmth of her slumber was slipping away as the movement continued to creep into her consciousne...
1-The Slumber Party My twin sister Emily and I didn't exactly get along. On this particular evening, she had two of her friends spending the night and I had my best friend who lived across the street over as well. My parents had gone to a party and weren't expected home for awhile. My friend Jon and I were admittedly being jerks. In retrospect, I'm sure t...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The main...
"How did I get here?" I asked myself. Of course, the answer was easy: I'm a broke-ass idiot. When I saw an advertisement for an experimental study where each participant would be paid five-hundred dollars if they were chosen, well, I jumped on it. The initial interview and selection process was surprisingly... physical. I suppose I should have expected som...