*This story is really part 3 of a series. Please read First Meetings and Behind Closed Doors. This is a tender series that I wrote for my Master* She groaned softly, hearing the persistent sound of an alarm clock going off. Snuggling back down, she pulled the covers over her head, willing it to go away. Imagine her surprise when it actually did. Still mostl...
Errors occur every day in the manner in which words are used. Let's talk about some of the most common. COUNCIL / COUNSEL The word, COUNCIL, is a noun and means a group of people that pass laws, ordinances or other laws or standards. She had to go before the council for them to pass judgment on her or The council will take up the wetlands provisions next w...
Dear Sir, Thank you for the past few months. Thank you for the privilege of serving you. Thank you for all the times that I knelt before you. Thank you too for the lessons that I have learned. Thank you for teaching me some hard facts. Thank you for showing me truths that I did not want to see. Thank you for all those nights that I spent on my fuzzy pillo...
Nicole looked at me as I spoke, and leaned in and gave me another kiss when I'd finished. She whispered in my ear, "Pete, do you like where your balls are?" I whispered back "I love it." "Are you ready for the ballweights?" She was looking right at me. I nodded. She quickly looped the leather at the end of one chain around my left ball, and the leath...
Across video games, there are always stunning heroines or dashing heroes, stunning villains, or gorgeous villainesses. Be them a humble village girl or an evil sorcerer, at some point, they may have been defeated. Who wouldn't want to see such stunning beauties and handsome men in such scenarios? This story is all about video game characters being bested whe...
Ealya Frostmoon was a young night elf mage, who excelled in the field of frost magic. She had recently left her birthplace of Teldrassil. She was venturing through the Barrens, killing local wildlife for other locals, what some would call "questing". She spotted a few horde, she was just starting out on her own and it looked like they were too. She...
This story is a fantasy, how I imagine a realistic ish lifestyle working when I meet the right woman. Sunday-Thursday The alarm goes off at 7am. Zoe gets out, wearing her short, form fitting nightie and lays out my clothes. Often, this is girly panties with Jeans and a t-shirt, but occasionally a bra, corset or silky girly slut wear is worn underneath. T...
We had no more clean clothes in our apartment. It had to be laundry day. When Tom lived alone in college and before he met me he said he bought more clothes before he did laundry. I told him that was going to change when I moved in. It did change but not the way I intended. The laundry got done often enough but it was me doing the laundry. His part ended as...
This is my Mission Impossible: a story limited to 750 words, tackling two issues with which I have a strong personal connection. An upfront warning -- this is a very dark story indeed so if that's not your thing, please move on. There is no BTB ending either. Unless you've been living in a cocoon, you probably know that much of eastern Australia is devasta...
Ruth felt like a sad excuse for a private eye as she ascended the fire escape ladder. It had taken her an embarrassingly long time to pull the thing down, she was lucky no one had seen her in the gloomy alley and called the police, or worse, told Patricia. Patricia's apartment was on the sixth floor, so up the metal stairs she began to climb. The night sky...