The story has taken a darker turn, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Chapter eight is in the works. *This one's for Laxmy, the woman who waits eagerly for my work. Thank you for your support * Kistle hurried up the stairs to the tower, feeling trepidation flutter in her belly. She had received a summons from him, ordering her to ascend the tower as qui...
SIW : Christopher Saint Ives -- Whelan. Here we are with a more steamy update. Many thanks towards the fierce supporters in Tweetland, JazCullen for being an ace proofreader, Asylum for his editorial skills and The Guild for their continuous support. I'll be adding a new chapter to my other on story on my blog, need a bit of cooling down myself after this o...
I’ve always been fascinated by women. When I turned 18 years old, my parents bought me a computer and I suddenly had plenty of fuel to fire my lust. Very quickly, I found that my lust centered on the more mature women in my life. When I say mature, I mean women my mom’s age, not that she’s all that old. Suffice it to say that the material for my sexual fanta...
[This story goes in Loving Wives. There are two wives in the story. One is loving and the other isn't. There is sex; oral, anal and vanilla. There is payback, revenge and betrayal too. A hint: there are losers in this story. No animals were hurt or eaten while I wrote the story. I did take a break and nibble on a wonderful woman, because she asked for it. Pl...
She had been left alone in the room for quite sometime now... Just how long she had no real idea. He and his men had captured her small band of "freedom fighters" as they had been termed by the people who still spoke with a free voice. But unfortunately, these numbers were dwindling much too rapidly. She hung her head, and her long hair trailed to the floor...
"Thanks for the wonder full time we had together last night Army Bear, it was awesome! I hope, we keep in touch as we both agreed," I sent my toy boy an email the day after our Valentines date. I was still thinking about of our hot night/morning together, I couldn't keep him out of my mind during that week. Saturday afternoon my cell phone rang, I looked to...
Chapter I: Trash Can Calls a Friend It all began a year ago, almost to the day. Caleb had been working late in his office; the one with the antique mahogany desk, the flags in the corners, the bookcases filled with worn law books and the green leather sofas and chairs. He was studying transcripts from a case, which he had heard a few days earlier and was jo...
She lay in the dark with her blindfold on and her wrists and ankles restrained. She tried to move her feet but her bonds were secure. There was no way she was going anywhere. She tried to remember how this happened. What had she done? Who was her captor? What did he want from her, and how on earth did he think that her Master was going to let him get awa...
Oki is rescued. A special thank you to my friend Jim for his editing, without him, I am sure all my stories would be rejected. This is the beginning of a new story; the main character is Oki. All characters are over the age of 18 and consenting. I looked up at the dark grey clouds and the snowflakes falling all around me. I hate winter. The snow was alrea...
Sheila has been into exhibitionism for almost two years now. Her first experience was one evening after dinner when she agreed to go braless under a semi sheer blouse and let me and my friend Bill take photos. As the evening progressed, she allowed us to gradually open her blouse for more risque' photos and, as Sheila starting "getting into it", she took her...