It was a private island, not very large, one of the Keys; few went near it. Some said it was haunted, others mentioned secret government experiments; very nasty things happened there, or so people said. Hardly surprising given who used to own it. Dr. Armand Porneau: the Mozart of genetic research; submitted his first patent while in his teens; was a multi-...
"Forget that order," I said, as Ruth reached hesitantly for my fly, I have another idea." "Yes, master," she said, and I shook my head impatiently. "Don't call me master. That makes me feel like I'm in some stupid sitcom." Then I recalled the eagerly submissive way she acted toward her boss, invariably addressed as "Mr. Tucker." "Call me Mr. K-----," I s...
Even several days after Demetrius had left the kingdom of the Amazons, his ass still hurt. At night, he would dream of being rammed continuously by the beautiful Hippolyta's strapon, and would wake up hard, throbbing and twitching. It took at least a week before he could walk without pain, and it would be a month before the fire up his ass finally subsided....
Chapter 1 McDonalds "No tables as usual," I thought balancing my tray in my hand as I fending off the usual excited kids running around. Then I spotted a woman get up from a table in the far corner and gather up a toddler and several shopping bags into a buggy. I made for the empty table. The woman seemed harassed because the toddler wanted a different toy...
"Please, baby. Please," asked Guy as he ran his tongue down Patty's torso stopping just below her navel as he waited for a response. Patty was lying on her side when he made his request. Her mouth was filled with his cock, and his left leg was draped over her shoulder and across her head. She pulled his dick out of her mouth then rested her head down on the...
Prologue 2 Seventeen weeks ago Three hours passed by turns of the hourglass without any sign of the fog's end. Three hours spent in a fog bank a hundred yards long. Only sorcery could explain it, but that made no sense; the Elves had us dead to rights. Why use magic to send us off into the unknown? Assuming it was them, of course, but who else would care a...
This is a depiction loosely based on my marriage. If you found chapters 1,2 and 3 disturbing, please move on. * My wife crawled back into bed, crying herself to sleep. What have I done? Did I just rape my wife? Can a husband rape his wife? This much is sure. I give her a bit of sexual slack, much more than most men. I let her flirt with men, socialize wit...
Lucy had always been a nervous flyer and so it was unfortunate that her job meant that she had to fly rather a lot. She had developed an airport routine to try and minimise her nerves. She would arrive at the airport far too early for check-in, have a coffee and wait for check-in to start whilst reading 'Pride and Prejudice' which she normally found trite an...
Amanda was quietly grumbling to herself as she headed towards the Adams's place for her baby-sitting job. It's time she gave this sort of thing away and found something better and more reliable, she told herself. It was fine at sixteen and reasonable at seventeen, even though fathers suddenly seemed to be getting touchy-feely and hinting about seeing more of...
„Finally!” my friend Alex exclaimed when the ancient cabin appeared in the meagre light of the cellphone. “My batteries are almost dead.” Three weeks ago my great-aunt Bernadette had shuffled off the mortal coil, and her belongings had been divvied up among her remaining relatives. Luckily the reading of her will hadn’t devolved into the frenzied infighting...