He was different. While other kids who worked in the shop took pleasure in chasing and stoning a haggardly dog, he fed and caressed every animal that crossed his way. Others wore mud-brown shirts that were supposed to look white; he wore colorful clothes with floral patterns. Too weak to resist anything and anyone, he would seldom be a victim of all practica...
Paradise does not exist. I'd spent enough time in postardesque destinations to realize that it's all a front, a beautiful slight of hand. Where there's white sand, blue water and warm breezes, there's also cockroaches, dengue fever, eight-dollar heads of broccoli, over fishing, cyclones and drinking water swimming with parasites. Paradise does not exist. Th...
Time for a quick tutorial. I mentioned the Catspaw Lite cuff in a post on the Ropework Photos thread in the BDSM Cafe, and I've used it here and there since. Like I said in that post, the original Catspaw cuff is a cool one, but it has a few too many wraps for my taste, and too many steps. I was playing around with the concept and came up with a cuff that I...
previously published in Tears on Black Roses 1999 "...And in her most imitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died..." - Shakespeare, The Tempest * * * * * The sky to the east grew dark, as the clouds gathered and undulated like giant mammals swimming across...
The first thing that struck me was fear. A chill went through my spine as the frozen girl was rolled into the dining room on a wheel furnished table with a white linen tablecloth that reached almost to the floor. The procedure was slow; two waitresses pushed the table until it fitted right in front of me, sitting on a chair, napkin in knee. I felt like witne...
Lamprey Lust: Special BE Edition (Based on Surrender in the Swamp [pic] By Little White Mouse) By The Preve June 8, 1959: Sara Jean Cosmetics, a rival to Mary Kay, initiates Project Galatea, an ambitious ahead-of-its-time attempt to revolutionize body modification through cosmetics. Too far ahead, it is a complete failure, resulting in the company's ban...
Copyright 2000 Pete stared down at the turgid waves washing against and through the Jarlin wall. He admired the way the rectangular gaps in the concrete allowed the waves to break their force through a path of least resistance. On top of the wall was the platform. An oil producing platform. Tens of thousands of tons of concrete sat towering from the seabed,...
With the rising of the sun also came a dense morning fog, so visibility was not much better than before. The men arrived at a waterline of an inland shore. "You think these patterns in the sand might be the tracks Dong leaves behind?" Karl asked. "Shh. You hear that?" Jack interrupted. The sound of splashing came from off in the distance. "He's just ahead o...
I now know what it feels like to be that author who doesn't upload for months! Life, and bouts of uncreativity as a result of it, happen. This was inspired by binging Game of Thrones. PLEASE leave comments with thoughts and criticism. I dig the dialogue of this one but writing the sex made me feel rusty. Enjoy! ++++++++++++++ "Savage girl, tell me your nam...
This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...