Killian and his two slaves enter Club Messalina. New comes to New Orleans, they had just emigrated from Germany. Killian was a tall blond Scandinavian, his top slave Gabrielle was a dark haired full breasted Italian, who held the leash of the bottom slave, an Asian named Ting. They approached the desk where a white clothed African American sat. "I am Killi...
After I went through union with Johanna I put on the clothes that Lora had brought me. I have never worn such nice clothes. I think I'm going to like living here in the queen's private residence. It sure beats living in that dirty dark prison cell. I spent the night reading, studying chess moves and gazing at the painting of the nude female -- she's beautif...
"Gabrielle!" She beamed and broke into a run. Past three cells, past a right turn in the passageway, deep in the dark, there he was, shuddering in the cold but unhurt. She dropped the torch on the floor and lunged at him, hugging tight through the bars. He grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her straight on the mouth; but at once he broke off. "Gabrielle,...
Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out over the side of the huge ship that has been her home for the last 6 weeks. Her family has decided not to stay in the new world, but to return to the country of their youth. She watches silently as the ship slowly drifts into port, the muscular dock workers scurrying to tie the ropes at the moorings. It was not...
Author's Note: This is the third section to the "true" story of Xena and Gabrielle. You will find this story extremely subtext-friendly. If two women showing their love for one another is not your cup of tea, please find another story you'd like to read. This story will be submitted in several parts and is based off the series, yet the "history" has been cha...
This is a Sequel to May All of Your Wildest Dreams Come Hello, I wanted to preface this story real quick: May All of Your Wildest Dreams Come was the first smut story I ever submitted and I forgot to ask for honest feed back. I have no idea what I am doing other than writing down my own fantasies, some of them maybe obviously wish fulfilment, and with not...
It was halfway through his lunch at the bistro that Kost realized the usual line cook wasn't there, and that was likely the reason why his sandwich tasted different. The wolf looked up from the half-eaten food on his plate, leaning forward over the counter to see who it was manning the diner's flat-top grill. "Need something, hon?" Maggie, the bovine waitre...
"It is not your fault." James looked down at his lover. "Isn't it? You were helpless." Casia frowned, "We have been there many times and this has never happened. How could we know the Eurotrash, would not accept the rules?" James looked unconvinced. Casia suddenly grinned. "Take a shower and you can make it up to me." James brightened and ran upstairs....
The next morning, I woke up next to Darla and her hand was inches from my face, but only resting on my chest. They say fingernails, not eyes, are the windows to the soul. If that was true, then Darla's soul was pink, shaped like rose petals but without variation to the curve, accented here and there with tiny red hearts painted in an arrangement that create...
I met Gabrielle on a music festival where I played with my band. After our gig she complimented me on our show and we started to chat. She was over from the UK and stayed with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressed by this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultra black make up, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnet boots. We...