Chapter 2 The Hunt Rick turned the key to unlock the front door. He had taken Ms. White up on her request to have him house sit while she was away for the weekend. He dropped the mail and newspaper on the small table by the front door. He saw the first note from across the room. It was a small scrap of paper sticking out of the book case. As he got closer...
This story was told to me while having dinner at The Savoy. I was renewing my acquaintance with a barrister who had been my associate before the fall of Greater London. Hope you enjoy.) It was our 25th wedding anniversary. Our friends and relatives had planned the usual celebratory dinner dance. And I must compliment the managers of the event. Everything...
Please note that this and my following works are mainly fantasy and should not be read by those not into heavy BDSM. This is the second of the "slave william" adventures. Some scenes are close to reality that I have experienced and all are others are ones that I would like to experience first hand. ***** The Deep End Chapter 1 Where the hell is she? I th...
Marjorie was still horny as Miles obediently patted her dry after they had showered in the wet room; he had done everything as per her commands to the letter, which swelled not only her cunt, but her sense of dominance. This was a lifestyle she would want to continue, and she had already developed affection for the cur, in the way you might for a dog or cat;...
The dark dreariness of the night was like none other, yet it felt just the same as every night he could remember. It seemed as if the cooling fog was acting as a shield, trying to block out the horrid smell of the grounds. It wreaked of blood, death, and decomposition. He thought to himself about the number of bodies buried around his manor. How many women h...
London, England 1275 "Who is that knight in red over yonder?" "Too small to be a seasoned knight, must be a man-child." "Whoever he is, has won most of the contests today. Remarkable chap I say." Everyone in the jousting fields and stands were debating who this newcomer was, that has put most of the competitors to shame. The King has sent his man-at-arms...
It was long ago, before the Internet had a name. I was headed north on the Pacific Coast Highway Route-101, on my way to see Oregon, Washington, and wonders beyond. As I was nearing the northern California border, a road sign caught my weary eye. "Junction East, Yreka 115 miles." I have been obsessed with wordplay and the quirks of language for as long as I...
This is a flash story: no character development, nothing in-depth, nothing serious, written just for fun. I have a sense of humor, twisted maybe, and this is gallows humor. ***** In a small meeting room outside a courtroom in a county seat in rural Iowa. Scott Jones and his three friends were talking with their court appointed lawyer before their hearing....
With a groan he awoke, mind fogged with pain and shoulder ablaze by some fire. He struggled to summon the words to curse at whoever had been foolish enough to brand their Guild Master, whether accidently or purposely. By instinct he turned away from that heat and immediately a fresh wave of pain swept through him from his opposite side, as though he had be...
Horace could almost taste the spite of the women, especially that of the more mature women such as Frau's Luckner and Gessler, as they goaded his fate whilst he was paraded with smug pride by his new owner, and though snivelling due to the rigours of the sound whipping she'd awarded him, had been rendered keenly erect by it, and by his contemplation of being...