Tell me a story. I glanced down at her, playing with the hair on my chest, eyes half-closed. The sheets were still damp with our sweat -- being the gentleman that I am, my butt was in the wet spot - and I tried to decide if she was serious. Her eyes met mine. Tell me a story. What kind of story? A bedtime story, one I've never heard before. I closed m...
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AMANDA RYERSON LIVED three doors down from me in a rural area of the city. She was attending university in town and still lived with her parents. She was a beautiful, cheerful, twenty-three-year-old woman. She ran every morning; dressed in her running gear and a sports bra, earbuds in, and moving at a pace I could no longer maintain at my age of forty-two. S...
"Hell is empty, and all the devils are here." -William Shakespeare, "The Tempest" *** It started the night that members of the church board argued over whether or not to stage a Hell House for Halloween. It was unseasonably hot for mid-September, and the meeting room was small, and having so many bodies in the space made it hotter still. Nobody dared op...
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 mai...
Book 1, Chapter 10 -- Cold Heat (Noveria) A/N -- With so much content regarding the Noveria mission, I might stretch this to two chapters. See how it goes. ***** After dropping Helena off on the Citadel, writing her a letter supporting whatever she wanted to do, suggesting she approach the Alliance. She thanked me for believing in her, sharing a las...
The hall was as tall as it was broad, stretching out from heavy oaken doors like a vast stone gullet. A vaulted stone roof painted in deep reds and glittering golds, lit by dozens of torches in black metallic sconces. Shadows flickered over windowless walls covered with old tapestries showing bloody deeds and dark, carnal rituals. A single red carpet stretch...
Hanna was quiet on the drive back. She could sense Meghan wanting to ask about her encounter, but to the girl's credit, she made no inquiries. Once they'd pulled into Hanna's driveway, Meghan cut off the engine and sat looking at the pretty blonde. "Well, I suppose that could have gone better," Hanna said with a bitter laugh. She then recounted the entire...
After the long and dangerous trek through the Evergreen Forest, Brist had almost forgotten how good it felt to plunge his head beneath the surface of clean, non-drugged autumn meltwater and let his curly bleached-white hair be swept from his eyes by the ferocity of the flow. Unfortunately, he had completely forgotten how terrible it felt. He burst out of t...
He'd always had a plan like this kicking around in the back of his mind. But once they'd booked the trip to Las Vegas, he felt that it was time to bring his plan into action. He grinned with anticipation as he sureptiously slipped the item into his suitcase and tucked under his clothes. He didn't need to be so sneaky, as his girlfriend Stephanie was in the s...