All characters are over 18 years of age. * * * * * Mark winds the soft purple rope around Jenni's wrists. He bought it especially for her because of her penchant for "unicorn" colors. Mark's approach to dominating his subs is based more on the feelings he inspires in them than any intimidating aesthetic. In younger, punker years, black leather restraints...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
Zombies, zombies, zombies. Why was everybody talking about that species in movies and books and they became a real problem all of a sudden? The name is Marianne Laban, and I was born in the City of Addis Ababa, in the Capital region of Ethiopia on February 6, 1989. In mortal life, I think I was a fairly attractive chick. Five-foot-nine, slim but curvy where...
A/N: Unlike my gay incest story, this is more... fantasy oriented. Vincent and Nathan are the same Vincent and Nathan as they are in 'This Is Wrong...' but this is a story where their true forms show. Since they aren't 'human' in this one, I figured nonhuman would work out best as a category. I dig the idea of people critiquing my stories and telling me what...
Flicker. Glows of match. Then the thready light goes out again. It is dark and cold. There is a match in an other section of the old house. Flicker. Then gone again. He thinks, E.T. with his warm face and his finger that glooowwwweeeeeddddd. Flicker, snap, twists against the side of the kitchen matchbox. Hiss yellow. Like a snake out there. He hated snakes....
A twist on one of Grimm's Fairy Tales. It was an absolutely beautiful day. The King's Daughter let her horse have its head and raced across the daisy-strewn meadow, laughing at the butterflies that fluttered in their wake. She was nineteen and her heart was light and free, much like the breeze that lifted her straw-gold hair and danced across her freckled...
Author's note: The Carter brothers' legend continues. All names except the Carters and Philippe Trufont are my own creation to build the story around the legend. My description of the bar I named "Dominique's Dungeon" is an accurate description of a place in the French Quarter I've visited several times. Yes, you can see bikers dancing with cowgirls, Goths d...
Chapter 1 Nadia VanZant stood looking over the balcony of her Manhattan penthouse apartment with a cup of coffee watching the sunrise. This was her daily ritual to give thanks for another day of waking up. This was the hour just before the hustle and bustle of New York really kicked in. She had thought Atlanta was a big city in her younger years, but it did...
Growing up, one of the things I hated was having to share a bedroom with my brother. Sharing with any brother would have sucked, but my brother was - well, I think the polite word is - an asshole. But I will admit that he was an asshole who was good at handyman stuff. So when our dad gave him permission to fix up an old shed we had at the back of our yard as...
As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...