Chapter 1: In which Annabelle is introduced to the mysteries of love by her new husband It was a cold morning in the year 1720. Lady Annabelle's carriage swung away from the great house and down the drive through the landscaped gardens for the last time. She suddenly realised that she would probably never see the house again as she leaned form the window to...
Still Life In Shadow or: The Order of the Universe, In a Smile ◊◊◊◊◊ She presented herself as a simple woman, and it had been said of her -- for as long as anyone on the island could remember -- that she had been unassuming, almost plain -- even when she was young. Before she left for Zurich. But that was so long ago. She had always been considered bril...
By the time of the Christmas Party liaison there was no question about the intensity of ardor in our relationship. Dorothy wanted to be with me whenever possible, and I wanted to be with her constantly. Neither was possible, of course. And whenever we were together, our appetites for each other seemed insatiable. The satisfaction of our hungers was possible...
I She sat quietly in a thickly cushioned chair built on a wicker frame -- her eyes were closed as she rubbed her swollen belly. She carried a new life inside her and she knew it was going to be unlike any life the world had ever seen. Bailla'Tayne Jeva stood and walked to a large bowl sitting on a low table and she scooped a goblet full of water. The under...
INTRODUCTION It was 1976 and I was working for a major multi-national manufacturing company headquartered in the Midwest. I had joined the company in 1969 after my honorable discharge from the Marine Corps. After serving four years active duty and doing one tour in Nam, I was ready for the business world. I joined the Corps right out of high school and at t...
1. Everybody has fantasies, even those, like my wife, who claim they don't. I had a recurring fantasy. Many married men fantasize about other women; I fantasize about Irene, my own wife. One day, we were making love. Irene was lying in the bed, on her back, and I was between her legs, with my cock inside of her. Irene's facial expression betrayed intense pl...
The phone was ringing at nine in the morning, which was way too early as far as Andi Selene was concerned. She groaned and rolled over in her small apartment, fumbling for her cell. Slitting her eyes against the cold February sunshine coming in through the curtainless window, she answered it. "Hello?" she mumbled blearily. "Andi, darling," came the deep,...
Introduction: This can be read as a stand alone story, but if you want to understand the Island, you should read Chapter 8 at least. It is probably best to read the entire tale, but it is not necessary. For those of you who are following the series, Beercan is not in this chapter, but he will be in all of the following ones. ***** A Week in Femdom Villa...
My name is Pete and my wife Ellie and I live near Portland Oregon. When Ellie was thirteen she started attending an after-school drama workshop in downtown Portland, called MiMi's, and stuck with it until they tore the old playhouse down to put up an IHOP in the late nineties. Her and her friends still boycott IHOP, since, according to her, the group had bee...
Author's foreword: Thank you for humbly allowing me to participate in this event with such a stellar cast of writers. I accepted the invitation because I have always loved the Western genre and I'm looking forward to reading some incredible stories. A big and heartfelt thank you to Randi for riding herd on this event and editing my story. Hope you enjoy. *...