Book 2 - Prologue Pain and Fear. Inexorably linked at opposite poles of an eternal figure eight. All of us, no matter what path our lives take, find pain and fear along the way. They can define how we live our lives or they can challenge us to actually live. The choice, as in all things, is ours. People run from pain because they fear it. Believing tha...
A special thank you to sun_sea_sky for editing my first story Here we are in my cellar. I can smell your lust, trussed up like this, spider gag in your mouth, ass in the air, not sure what I have in store for you. Yes, I must say, you are quite the picture of manhood, this lovely piece of meat between your legs, so big. Ah, it's sensitive to the touch, so...
Eileen lounged on the sofa. She was softly caressing the dark head in her lap. Silence lay stretched out, hands clasped over his stomach. She reached for a bunch of grapes and pulled one off to feed it to him. His gray eyes sparkled as he accepted the treat from her hand. The silver collar at his throat glittered as he swallowed. They had been together for a...
Even today, I am deathly afraid of ants. Only those who have known me very closely for years know why, yet even they do not truly understand. Yes, many people consider ants annoying, but they would also almost certainly say that it is idiotic – even childish – to be deathly afraid of ants. My fear, of course, has a quasi-rational cause. Simply put, as a li...
I alone. I alone long time now, many times of light and dark and light and dark again. I never know how long I alone; time sleeps in soft place in I's mind, same as all other thoughts. Sometimes I happy for soft place; easier when I in soft place than when I know I alone. But I always afraid when I go to soft place, afraid I never come back. But then I come...
Thanks to Zex for editing this. I wrote this for one person, and one person only. As long as she's happy, which I know she will be, I'm happy with the response to it. This is a step away from my other stuff, and not something I'm used to writing, so I hope you like it. For Jess, my texting little muse on those lonely nights after work. Shiver Jess tousl...
(I had thought the story of hellcat at an end with chapter three of The Alter. However I was not quite satisfied with the ending and when the requests began to come in that I continue the story of this poor girl and write her further adventures I was more than happy to give in. This sequel begins just two days after the altar’s rape and breeding and will enc...
my hands were tied and clipped to the head of the bed, wrists crossed. Pupils wide and dilated in my passion, my face pale with a scattering of freckles across my nose, but it was my eyes that kept Her riveted to my face. Sterling silver clamps with diamond flakes that kept expanding and pulsing when i orgasmed for Her. Earlier in the evening, when the firs...
Part of a series of short stories with the common connection of 'Naked' and placed in various sections on this site. Some of them are funny, some are sad, some are quirky but all reveal the many facets of human emotion in all its naked rawness. If you like this one, please read Naked Revenge under the Exhibitionist and Voyeur section and Naked Grief under...
When Lisanne first entered Malivar's chambers, she scanned his face, searching for an emotion she could work with. Excitement wouldn't help her. Neither would Lust. There it was. Nervousness. "My Lord," she said softly, and the man nearly started shaking beneath his layers of satin and jewels. He was nervous because of what had happened the last time he ha...