Cassie sat on the steps of her tiny front porch, forgotten journal in her lap, cooling mug of tea in her hand, staring out at the mulberry trees. It had been almost a year since she'd moved her tiny house onto the orchard. Though most days it just felt like home, today with the wind gently blowing through the trees she was experiencing the same peaceful calm...
Number 96 Monday, 11:13 am The Home Office "What have you been up to, Lucas?" Claire Miller was Director of Communications. Her dress and attire were everything Lucas expected of someone in her position. Grey, formal and boringly predictable. "What do you mean?" Claire was capable but from a redbrick university. Southampton or Bristol, or somewhere of th...
Carey Lain looked over the trays of food set up in the dining room her long multi colored sundress running all the way down her body to her knees. The space was lit up by the sun beaming through the large windows. Carey loved the Ruhame's brunch. It was always held on the first weekend in May and to the tall brunette it signaled the official end to the cold...
I don't think any of us intended things to develop the way they did. It was far more a case of unexpected desires taking control of the three of us and creating opportunities none of us had envisaged. In fact Mouse, as I call my partner [her given name is Anna], and I have always shared very different kinds of fantasy involving us with another couple or watc...
PREFACE The following is a "true story of my imagination" and inspired by a rather low-budget movie called Dark Wolf, about a super-breed werewolf terrorizing a city in search of his mate. In the movie, there is a scene where a photographer is holding a photo shoot of two models on a city rooftop. The models are painted from head-to-toe and start posing to...
Release Oasis stood in front of her mirror examining the fading marks left by the many attending her trial. Caressing them softly with her fingertips, she really only wanted them to stay. It had been two weeks since she had returned home. The punishment’s final ten of the cane landed from Philippe’s own hand. He took his turn very slowly, drawing out the...
In Search of the Final Freedom: An Erotic Socio-Political Novel Author's note: This is the first chapter of a novel on which I have been writing on and off for several years. It is based on the real culture of the modern American south; however any relationship to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Comments and feedback are always appreciate...
Prologue. "Damn writer's block! Damn it to hell!" I sat before my lap top in the large dining room waiting for inspiration. There was nothing. A hundred times, or so it seemed, I had begun to tap in words, and then deleted them. "Rubbish, all bloody rubbish," I silently wailed. "I'll never be able to write another story, ever." Chapter 1.The Mountain Hid...
The two make their way to Warden Kashin's estate and once they enter they are surrounded by goblins with crossbows. The two put their hands up and were brought inside to the library where Kashin was waiting. "Take a seat," he orders. They sit and Kashin calls for Charlotte. A second later she appears with a crystal ball and the images play. "You can see the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...