The Scottish Girl. © Alex Carr 2010 My girl and I walk through the heather of the highlands, we dance in the lowlands and hold each other in the downs. Feeling the warmth of her kisses and the look in her eyes, She absolutely glitters with happiness and wanting, the feel of her heartbeat so firm and strong, wanting to be with her all the day (and night) lo...
Raven lies in bed tossing and turning. She looks very uneasy and restless in her sleep. In the depths of her mind she is somewhere else entirely. She is running through an immense garden labyrinth, running hard and fast like someone or something was chasing her. She can feel such a strong pull each way. She can feel herself wanting to give in but some forc...
I awake with a start in the cold light of dawn. The chain, padlocked around my neck and wrists, serves to immediately remind me: I am her slave boy. The chain is narrow and black, just short enough to impede my range of motion. Using my hands is a struggle, a physical realization of my subservience. Apart from the chain I am completely naked. I slowly grind...
I am nearly pinned upon my back beneath the Demon Bitch. I claw and scrape and kick, seeking desperately to scurry back, to avoid and to escape the sinuous tail that darts and plunges against my robes, between my legs. It snakes and thrashes, guided by the wicked intent of its owner, seeking to pierce the core of me. She seeks to defile me, to make me what s...
You may have read my account about Mary Potter in my story; Mary Potter's final swing. For a while it really me that she had gagged doing something she enjoyed so much. But I wanted to continue cleaning windows in Burlesque road where she lived, after all it was my living and I had a good round. But of course there was a very rewarding sideline too which, i...
**Read and Enjoy** "Won't you invite me in?" Xenphael's deep voice resounded, the vibrations sounding like thunder over the howling snow storm he was sheltering himself from. Kaylena bowed her head deeply and opened the door wide for the Incubus outside her door. "Please, My Lord," she said, gesturing broadly. The demon stepped into the small cottage and s...
I had been happily serving Linda as her toy boy for a few months. She is disabled and we got friendly when I did a few things around the house for her. For a small remuneration of course, one has to survive. But the poor aging Linda was terribly lonely and expressed to me how appreciative she was for my help. She got to telling me the most personal things l...
Reverend Curtis Hartman felt perturbed. Divine inspiration hadn't been this overwhelming since he and his wife first consummated their marriage. He'd been estranged from her over the past few years, ever since she imposed a vow of celibacy upon him. Sitting alone in the church's bell-tower on a blistery Saturday night, Reverend Hartman could feel the static...
Waiting patiently on his knees at the door, a warm scented bubble bath and tall glass of wine already filled, he prays his goddess is in a good mood. An internal jolt as the lock rattles and slowly the handle turns. He springs to action, edging forward to meet his goddess. All his chores are done, and everything is perfect for the goddess return. Without me...
The land quakes with your awesome power. Migratory animals that have gone the same true course for a thousand generations suddenly decide that they want new horizons, and veer away from you on a completely uncharted path. You have smashed, slaughtered, scorched, and maybe even convinced every obstacle in your path into submission. You've been burned, stabbed...