All characters in the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons – either living or deceased – is coincidental on the part of the Author. Furthermore, as the body of the following fiction involves graphic depictions of sexual activity AND violence all characters, unless otherwise noted, are written as being of the majority age of eighteen...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter Thirty-Four – Essence Where does one uncover the true essence of the human nature? In a tender heart? An avaricious mind? A courageous spirit? Or, a jealous soul? A Fool's Book of Wisdom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You could not possibly begin to understand just how relieved and delighted I am to leave that place." Kimb...
The message on my machine was clear and concise, "I'll pick you up at 3:00. Look sexy and wear a dress." That was it. No explanation, no details, just an "order" from Him. It didn't cross my mind to question Him. I would be ready as requested and waiting for Him at 2:50. ~ As the hour approached and I began my preparations, I listened to the message agai...
In India, a discussion between the husband and wife is different from what happens in the USA or Europe. So, the phrase 'we need to talk' means a dialogue on the daily routine of life, children, in-laws, other relatives and seldom about 'us.' Talking about 'us' is taboo and talking about sex is like 'bioterrorism.' Plus, the language is a great barrier. We...
You find yourself in a dungeon, standing naked with your arms chained to the floor as a red succubus floats in front of you "Heh such a nice prize, you thought you could just waltz into my lair and beat me, heh you are foolish... but I am not going to kill you" she says floating up to you to look in your eyes, her eyes glowing as you feel something...
(Author's Note: I get a lot of anonymous feedback from writers, and one in particular was from a friend of mine I had not talked to in a while. You know who you are, China Dolly. Send me an e-mail with your e-mail address since you're not on FL anymore. I've missed talking to you... Here's another chapter to my Enslaved to the Mob. It's short, I know, but so...
The woman known to the few who were aware of her as Beth looked around at the paintings covering every inch of her small, dark castle. Lady Elisabeth Della Nostrum, or Beth as her modern name had become, quietly smiled to herself as she eyed the colourful pictures. Not photos, at least that part of the legends was true. Beth was always amused at some of her...
- 26 - My ass was still a bit sore when I woke up the next morning. I laid there for a moment trying hard not to think about anything. I felt that I was changing into someone else but I didn't want to think about what was going on. I looked down at my wet diaper and realized that I didn't remember needing to go to the bathroom. The diaper was heavy so I mus...
robert was adjusting to his new station on life sitting at the feet of Chloe his former girlfriend and current Mistress and Owner, being exhibited naked, collared, and leashed at the numerous munches she took him to, relishing each and every humiliation her creativity could dish out. Under her cruel and yet compassionate tutelage, he came to crave every meas...
I was one of several people invited to a private poker game. Not an average poker-night-with-the-boys kind of game. No; an exclusive high stakes game, played on the estate of one on my good friends. Guests arrived in formal evening wear. Our host's home was stately and beautiful. Servers and staff were precisely guided by one of the best butlers in the busin...