Aramil Liadon, elven ranger, wandered along the busy road with a smile on his face. He had a pouch full of gold and a head full of wonder at the world he was experiencing. He suspected that the good times would not always last so he wanted to make the most of this sense of adventure whilst he had it. The day slowly stretched out before him but Aramil did no...
A/N Me again. Again I say thank you so so much for all your support and apologies for the time. I stupidly deleted an almost finished chapter and had to rewrite. Ok... Explanation time. Carol's thoughts and feelings regarding her size are based on my own life experiences. Her thoughts back in ch 1 about being with a ts woman are my own (have I? No. Would I?...
Tick tock, tick tock - the minutes ticked by as Lisa gazed sideways at the big illuminated numbers on her alarm clock as she lay in bed. A dull ache that started at her scalp radiated down her body to the tips of her toes. Even her ears hurt. She couldn't even imagine trying to move. She lay on her down-stuffed comforter and wished for a nice warm bowl of ch...
There is still so much I have to learn. How could I forget that my Master is all powerful and all knowing? That all I see or do or experience is at the hand of my Master? That I exist only to serve him? But the last shred of self has not yet been extinguished in this slave. So when I see her, sitting across the terrace from us, glorious in the sunlight...I...
Crissy, my favorite student when I was a substitute English teacher at a New England high school, was now in her first year at Boston University. At her instigation, we had started first an e-mail exchange, then an exclusive chat site just between her and me. As it progressed, the chat site grew hotter and hotter, as indicated in part one, as a result of the...
A/N: YAY SMUT! Woah, another chapter of The Fall? Over three thousand words in sexi-vision? I can't believe it either! Got super motivated to write today and decided wish you all a porn filled Holiday. -Sov Thank you to Brenda as always for beta-ing my mental sewage. ~~~SS~~~ The girl...no, he remembered that Ella was her name, was kneeling on the floor...
We met Stan and his Japanese wife, Michiko, at a subway stop near the Ginza. She wore a stunning traditional kimono, a sight seen too infrequently in modern Japan. Although she spoke English well enough, she seemed to enjoy speaking Japanese with me. I found her to be delightful and we hit if off immediately. Stan hadn't changed much from our school days;...
Christine pulled against the leather straps that held her arms spread apart. They weren't so tight they cut into her skin, but they were tight enough to be uncomfortable. She was still blindfolded and gagged. She had been grateful when someone came in to untie her arms from behind her back and free her ankles, but then they tied her wrists to the posts of th...
It was my wedding day and I was very apprehensive, for I was marrying someone who was almost a stranger to me. I imagined there were many girls who were in similar circumstances as I; arranged marriages were not so unusual, although this one had come about in a rather unique manner. I was an orphan. My mother died giving birth to me, and my father, who was a...
He was fifty-odd and just a little overweight, around five-nine, and beginning to go bald. Though he was a pleasant man he always came across as a serious sort, smiling but never laughing; a friendly man, always ready to help out. I was not tall, five feet four aged twenty-five, but with generous well shaped breasts, though not massive and my shapely legs an...