Things seemed to be changing lately for me and I wasn't quite sure where everything that I had been doing was headed. For the last year or so, I have been trying, and maybe not as hard as I could, to write better and better. I've gotten poor to fair reviews with my writing, so I attempted to enlist an editor to assist me with all of that. I'm an amateur wri...
The Big Spill By Karin © 2001 It was on the Motorway between Manchester and Hull, I was trying to make it to the ferry port before my boat sailed to Rotterdam. The plan was to go to a big bike fest in Dusseldorf Germany, I'd been looking forward to the break for weeks. The last thing I remember before the accident was the traffic. It was fairly heavy rush h...
Kainene woke up with a smile on her face. She instantly remembered all that had occurred the night before and she panicked quickly before forcing herself to calm down. She remembered her promise and this made her smile widen. She looked over and saw Rufus looking cute and boyish in his sleep. She could not stop herself from reaching out and touching a soft c...
Soul or How the dragon lost his wings Josef Baum stands in front of the mirrored closet door in his rented apartment fingering the fabric of his tailored jacket. He casts a critical eye over his appearance, noting the lines at the corners of his mouth and the fullness of his lips. Only his eyes could give him away. They remain the windows to his soul. Hazel...
It was a balmy night, with gusty winds peppered by weak rain. Jesse marched clumsily down the dark and empty street, her heavy black boots clomping along beneath her, feeling the strong abandon of just enough booze in her blood as she sucked aimlessly on her cigarette. The sound of the loud music from the bar was still playing in her head; she hummed along...
Author's note: This is another Melanie piece, an enchanted few days on a Scottish island. My thanks to my muse for her inspiration, and help with editing. Profound thanks also to raconteuse, who painstakingly edited, and smoothed away the jaggy edges. I'm deeply indebted to both of them. Thanks also to my loyal readers, who have stayed with me through my so...
I Derwent Dashwood, 23th Baron le Despencer by line, retired Adjutant General, ranking member of Brooks Gentleman's Club and undisputed High Priest of the latest reincarnation of the Hellfire Club raise my arms and am unquestioningly awarded silence. Surveying the half-moon gathering of now naked acolytes it is difficult to remember that but a few minutes ag...
Chapter 6 "This is the captain," the voice coming over the intercom seemed stressed "ladies and gentlemen we are about to arrive at the gate, when we do I would ask that you all remain in your seats, there seems to be an electrical issue and we will need to reset the system. When we do this it will black out the cabin for approximately one minute. There is...
Chapter 7 – A Burning Ambition "A word to the wise," Josie whispered, "Even think of commenting on last night and we'll do a thorough investigation which will show that you're covered in your own cum – again. That will carry the maximum penalty." She drew her finger across her throat and pointed to my newly re-caged genitalia. "What's more – I'll be the one...
"You feel like life itself, Sir." 'Maybe that's because I was once close to death,' Mark thinks to himself. "I love you, sweet boy," he says instead. Freddy has both hands wrapped around his Dom, who is fiercely aroused at the sight of what he'd made for them: An excellent bondage frame disguised as a wedding arch. The long white scarf hides the hardware...