Not my first story but my first submission. It is inspired by the Hellfire Caves located under the Chilternhills in Buckinhamshire. I hope it is enjoyable. ____________________________________ Her cloak dragged behind her, open to the still air of the deep caves as she climbed from the small boat that one must ride to reach Hell. The walls all around her i...
She lit 100 candles with a wave of her hand, there in her sacred place. The old abandon house had surprised her, it looked run down, ready to cave in on the outside, but as she entered, it was oddly only a little dusty. The old hardwood floor barely creaked as she walked across it, her robe dragging in the thin layer of dust on the floor behind her. It w...
She comes to me, trusting, loving, willing. Cupping her chin, I lift her face for a moment to tenderly brush my lips across hers. Her eyes closed, I search her features for fear. "Open your eyes and look at me" I whisper. Her eyelashes quiver for an instant before they slowly rise. Eyelids lift, revealing what is beneath like a curtain revealing the bare s...
Sonic Booms of the Language Barrier Ch. 1 Night. In the dark. I lay on the bed, naked and hot even with the windows and bedroom door open as she rolled over onto me, still breathing fast through the haze of humidity and incense smoke which hung in the room like an atmospheric wet spot. I loved the sound of that fast action breathing of hers. I loved many o...
You step out of the shower, your skin glistening and wet and she is standing there, towel in hand to help you dry off. She wears a short silk robe and a smile as she moves slowly towards you, her bare feet padding on the floor, mopping up small splashes of water that have escaped to jewel the wood. She starts by drying your shoulders, arms and hands, slow s...
Slave's Submission (A Kajira's Story) The girl walks into the doorway of her Master's private chambers, slipping to a kneel in the large gothic type doorway, her milky thighs pulled open widely as long arms lifted over a bowed head of chestnut curls, pooled on the stone floor, her pale cheek resting against it with a fire raging in her belly. Softly she spe...
Maureen uttered a few choice words under her breath as her grip slipped for the second time. Even with a new set of gloves, the colder air and humidity made the mountainside nearly impossible to hold onto. At least the studs were holding securely; she'd worried when she saw the thin, brittle shale shelves that streaked through the denser stone. The studs hel...
Be it online dancing in a room full of horny men or in real life, the Dance of the Seven Veils is both erotic and beautiful. It actually stems from belly-dancing and dances done in the Far East. Having done extensive dancing with words online, I will attempt to walk you through how exactly something like this is done. The first thing to keep in mind when da...
That next morning Aubert of Greenleaf took Byth roughly and quickly as she stood changing her infant daughter. Afterward, Aubert snatched up the girl and hauled her out into the sunshine as Marielle led his steed forward equipped with his tools for the day's hunt. Now, Byth saw her father's yew bow strung and at the ready on the horn of the king's saddle. Au...
Chapter 12; The "Picnic" Late night; the best time of the day for a visit to FallingtoFly's 'Place in the Middle of Nowhere.' Deathlynx and MrsDeathLynx had wandered in. As usual, Deathlynx couldn't help himself, between bouts of discussing video games or classic cartoons with Trombonus, he bounded around the room pouncing and snuggling with the various wom...