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...
This story is based on "The Vampire Lestat" (1985). the second book in Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles series, and it is a retelling of the relationship between Lestat and his mother, Gabrielle de Lioncourt, delving further into themes of femdom, incest, vampire domination and submission, foot worship, cunnilingus, erotic blood drinking as well as mind contro...
A couple of weeks later in the safety of our bed Leah was running her fingers through her silky reddish, blond hair and began telling me her side of the story, "We were at that fourth of July party where I first met Rob and Gabrielle. I'm glad you could make friends while I was away." She grinned, "I can see why you fawn after her. Gabrielle is stunning."...
My thanks to Silentbystander and to dannythebaltimoron who both added so much to this piece. Thank you M'lady and M'lord. * It had been a bit unexpected, the call I had received. Very few people knew my secret. My desire which had been both a source of pleasure and an albatross which drug me down into despair. Over time I'd found a bit of even ground, but...
Xena and Gabrielle awoke at dawn and had just finished making love again. They had enjoyed a super hot night of lesbian lovemaking. But, both agreed they needed a big hard cock to make it complete. As they ate their breakfast, they heard noises coming from the woods behind them. They turned to see Hercules entering their campsite. "Good morning ladies" Her...
Disclaimer: Gabrielle, Julius Caesar, Xena, etc do not belong to me. They belong to Rob Tapert and Renaissance Pictures. I'm just borrowing them and I'll gladly return Gabrielle and Xena. Caesar's mine =). I'm also a bit rusty on my Roman history so please excuse me if I make up some things. By the way, The Ides of March never happened. Summary: Gabrielle...
When Isabella finally opened her eyes, she was aware of lying between Thomas and Gabrielle, their lips to her temples and their hands gently stroking her body. "Welcome back to earth, my love," whispered Thomas. "We were wondering if you'd ever return." Isabella smiled, closed her eyes again and inhaled deeply. She realized that she held Thomas's half-hard...
Ch. 4 - The Broken The quilt lay underneath Zoe undisturbed. It had been four hours since her step mother came into her room and said the words that cut through Zoe like a knife. It had been four hours since Zoe had first contemplated taking her own life as a solution for her tragic problems. It had been four hours for her to lie there, staring at the w...
Chapter 8 The New and Improved Version Gabrielle stood, waiting for more. An explanation, I guessed. "Doctor Urquhart sat and listened to my tale of woe, not offering much comment, but asking a question now and then. Essentially, he wanted me to spill my guts and get all the anger and hate out on the table. Maybe that's not a very good metaphor, because it...