WARNING: The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! Stop Reading This Now!! This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is...
Chapter 2: Journey to Redemption. The only other person I knew that was still alive was Greggory, the old Baja trainer that had taught Ilya and I. In a world gone mad, with Ilya dead and me just out of prison, not to mention this thing inside me that I still refused to believe, he was the only person I could turn to. His last letter, still in my jeans pocke...
Author's Note: The classic tale of Cupid & Psyche's love thwarted by Aphrodite, but with some modern twists & characters. The pen scratched on the plain white sheets. Black words drew permanent lines and curves in straight lines. Big scientific words described her to be raving mad, words that negated her experience held her imprisoned in a sterile world dev...
She stood up from the bed just as she finished her second braid that now gently swayed behind her while she slowly walked on the wooden floor that was covered only by a thin, woolen carpet. She carelessly stepped from one toe to another with a just a hint of smile forming on her lips. It seemed as if she was gliding just above the ground like a nymph straigh...
My mom is a slut. What do you expect of the Goddess of "Love" anyway? Granted, she's pretty hot for a woman her age, but, really - how about a few standards there, lady? (And if I told you exactly how old that is, she'd have my head on a platter. Yes. THAT head.) But no. Instead, she's more than willing to fuck anything with a Y chromosome. No wonder Vulcan...
*Enjoy the second chapter of the series!* ***** The voices. They were calling him. Tremoring, hallowing, out from the darkness, like the call of a faraway mystic. Why do you want to be a Rebel, Ashwin? ...What do you fight for? She placed her hands around his manhood. She worked her throat, swallowing, working the saliva around her mouth, wetting...
This is entered in the Valentines contest. If you enjoy the story, please vote. And I always appreciate comments. * Larry sat his quiver down by the entryway wall, tucked his wings in tight to his back, and slowly approached Saint Valentine. The tall saint stood in the center of the room peering into a placid pool of water. As Larry got near he bowed low a...
He's such a little shit. I bust my beautiful buns trying to create those all-important love connections. Just when I've lined all the stars up, that rascally imp slips in behind me, and with one fling of his nasty little 'arrows' the whole shebang is swirling down the crapper. Take Rob and Wendy, for example. A match made in Mt. Olympus. Well, of course it...
Chapter 4 – Asserting Oneself The shallow stairs of the Metropolitan Museum were littered with people, even on a fall afternoon. Tabor kneeded her hands nervously as she stood awkwardly in her leg brace in front of the Gothic, monolithic Museum. "Shy, this is the worst museum. There are too many people." Shy quickly captured her elbows, not only to ush...
(Author's note: Most bdsm stories I have read seem to deal with either breaking in a slave or working with trained slaves. The process of actually training a slave to submit body and soul to the pleasures and desires of a master has always fascinated me. It seemed to be a process that needed great care, planning and the talented hand of a master to bring out...