Despite the descriptions and the paintings that had made their way to England, nothing had prepared Annette for her first glimpse of Versailles. Fountains played in the ornamental gardens while ladies with large fans sat on fine stone benches taking the air. The scent of the numerous rose bushes tantalized her nostrils with its perfume and the beautifully sh...
a big thanks to anyone that has voted or left comments all are appreciated and again a huge thanks to my editor. * Damien drew his sword as he jumped to my side. He said "Sara stay next to me." I wasn't going to argue with him. Matthew and the rest of the clan were around the outer edge of the circle formed by the stones. I could hear a lot of yelling an...
The cross hairs were aimed at his heart. She didn't normally aim for the heart, but this was personal. She was silent, one with her environment. Her pulse beat the same rhythm as the air around her. She was in the void and he was already dead. He just didn't know it yet. She exhaled and squeezed the trigger, snatching a quick glimpse to see the bullet h...
Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...
The bastard's name is Alexander Branson III. The fact of the matter is that he is an egotistical, cheating, dirty, lying, son of a bitch. He ruined our lives, our marriage, and our children's future. I fully intend to pay him back for that. It all started of course when we were in college as is the case for a lot of couples. He just picked me up at our firs...
This story is a composite based on some real events and some news stories. Insofar as it concerns me personally, it is fiction. It’s based partly on a story I wrote twelve years ago and abandoned, only to be revived when Mike Nifong tried to fuck over the Duke players; but this story was NOT inspired by that case. It is also NOT a stroke story. Oh, and b...
There was a time once, when a king learned of a way to have whatever he desired. Power, women, gold, beasts... anything. He sought out the Weapons of Power, the seven elemental tools. When drawn together, they would bestow upon the collector whatever his heart desired. This human king, however, had a black heart. In a terrible and bloody struggle, he collect...
Jill had realized that whenever her Uncle Roger visited, her panties kept mysteriously disappearing. She had told her mother who smiled and explained that her brother had always had this little weakness for panties. When Jill had asked about what Uncle Roger's wife Fiona would say if she knew about his fetish, her mother became quite alarmed and explained,...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Kat was lying on the floor by the fireplace. It was a good day to lie in front of a fire. A cold front had swept in overnight bringing snow, wind, and dull gray clouds. The crackling wood, the flickering light, the smell of wood smoke all made Kat feel safe and warm and a little s...
I'm sure that you remember Marcus from the Windsor family. You might recall that some time ago Marcus was given a pretty brutal punishment by this wife for essentially being inattentive to her needs and spending too much time at work. You see, the Windsor family are very rich; billionaires with a 'B' that is. Stinking rich. You also recall that the family is...