Mathew Guntherson sat on an over turned hay wagon. He looked down at the sword in one hand and his open faced helm in the other. The drying hobgoblin blood hid the elfish runes carved down the center of his sword. To be in fact you couldn't tell if the sword was a fine elfin made blade or cheap imitation from all the green blood. Mathew allowed his eyes to t...
Three months. It had been three months since Felicia and Bo had seen each other. Purposely, of course. Felicia had no intentions of taking their affair any further and Bo couldn't stand being around her knowing that he could never have her fully. So, they didn't reach out to each other. No phone calls. No emails. But Bo missed Felicia. He had parted ways wit...
Mathew woke earlier than the sun did, something woke him but he didn't know what. They had spent the evening up at the main house celebrating their tiny victory. But as the evening wore on most of the men who fought earlier had quietly slipped away to their own stalls as yesterday's endeavors took their toll and their strength and stamina failed. Mathew kiss...
Caroline sat at her dressing table as Sarah helped her to put on her makeup, she wore a black corset again, but in shiny black leather, with a zipper and buckles at the front bdsm style, and tapes to suspend her short black stockings, obscenely short black stockings which left a wide expanse of creamy thigh uncovered. Sarah worked carefully with her palette...
Interlude 6 - Felicia's Lonely Road pt. 2 Felicia teetered on the lip of her chair, separated from the purple eyed woman by stacks of plates that threatened to spill from the table at any moment. Felicia had never seen anyone put down as much food as the woman had, but something in her told her this was normal behavior- how else was she to maintain her lit...
In keeping with the historic theme of the guest house, the bathroom had no shower. Only a huge claw-foot bathtub. I hadn't had a bath since I was maybe four years old, but I was going to have to take one now. I figured out the drain, hoped that filling the tub halfway was about right, and fiddled with the spigots until the temperature seemed sort of warm, b...
Mathew woke as Felicia struggled to stand up. Moving to help her stand made his legs cramp up. With a groan, he struggled to stand first. Then helped Felicia up. Hay and dirt stuck to her sides as she stood. White streaks of sweat stains marred her fine brown hair on her flanks. Her long blonde hair had several bits of hay in it. He had several bits of it st...
The detective was whistling nonchalantly as he walked down the station hallway. His black hair was greased back and his two-day stubble decorated with a few crumbs from an Italian sub. He made sure the coast was clear and entered a room, locking the door behind him. "How's she holding up?" he asked the deputy on guard. "She's been sweating it out in there f...
Paulie stood triumphantly over his slain prey, stroking his hard member with his right hand while wiping the sweat from his face with the other. He savored the vision of his victim writhing in ecstasy on the hay, silently grading his own performance, memorizing every square millimeter of her flesh, mentally recording every little moan and sigh, relishing her...
Mathew and Felicia spent the afternoon checking out the farm. The first place Mathew took Felicia was the herb processing room in the back of the barn. The barn itself was built right up next to the low cliff face. In front of a small natural cave. A heavy door separated the cold, dry cave from the spacious barn. The door design was strange when Felicia saw...