"Naama, could I speak with you for a minute please?" The High Priestess stood aside to let Naama enter her chamber. "Sit, please." Naama did so, back straight, eyes slightly widened in concern, hands folded in her lap. "You're not in trouble, Naama, don't look so frightened. I just need your help with one of the girls," the High Priestess said, sitting gra...
Preface This is a story about a trip I took in March 2020. For many reasons, I consider it the most exciting vacation I have ever been on. Every day was busy from early morning to late at night. I got to visit places such as the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park that I had wanted to see my entire life. It was a joy to finally experience these natural wond...
At some point in her writing career, nearly everyone tries a period piece. It can be near past or far, based on historical events or purely fictionalized, fantastic or mundane. In many cases, the only thing they have in common is being bad. This little how to, then, will give you some pointers from a history major and amateur historian on making your period...
"What?" Basil asked as they entered the Play Room of the Sacher-Masoch Society in Plainview, New Jersey. "I said look at these pathetic guys, they're a passel of Basils-just like you honey!" Lindy said cheerfully. And it was true, there were about a dozen pudgy, balding men standing around, most of them with erections...but not like Basil's! Lindy had reall...
He stared at the panties in his drawer. White, neatly folded, freshly worn. He felt his loins twitch. His head swam but he knew he could not show emotion. This was a test. He gingerly moved the panties aside, took out his class register, and slid the drawer shut. In front of him, a dozen eighteen-year-old Japanese girls sat behind their desks, each looking d...
Notes on the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia as a society (the stuff that didn't make it into the novel) Readers have commented and asked me questions about my imaginary country, the Grand Duchy of Upper Danubia. Here are some details to give you an idea of what this imaginary society is like, of what I envisioned when I created it. I want to emphasize that...
Eleanor Brigham looked out of the window of the detached mansion that was now hers in entirety, with a smug smile that echoed her contentment. Her eyes took in the clear air of the elevated township of Penkhull, and the grimy smoke of the potteries which swirled below it; the filth of an industry which had led to her late husband's wealth... and which was no...
My journey of exploring my sexuality and into discovering BDSM has been my most fun journey yet. My journey, this journey has opened my eyes to so many new things, new people, and new experiences. Not only was I discovering my sexuality, I was discovering myself too. For me, BDSM was an outlet, an escape, a place where I could have fun and truly be myself....
Elaine had a few tasks to complete at the golf club; not least, being noticed by some of the board members as she placed a large advertisement for the Equestrian Centre on the notice boards about the club; not only was this fuelled by her love of the sport, she also knew the promise of prim women with jodhpurs and riding crops, and the whiff of leather was v...
As I write these words about events in the year 'Twenty Thirty', the year is 'Two Thousand and One' and thus, this tale is set in the future. It is deliberately set in a not too far distant future, to allow you, gentle reader, to feel that such things as are described in this tale, may come to pass in your own lifetime. At this point I feel obliged to menti...