By Mistress Machiavelli as told to DJK The following is a parody of Machiavelli's "The Prince", the 16th century instruction guide for city-state rulers. It is also written as a submissive's fantasy. Upon this a question arises: whether it is better for the Goddess to be loved or to be feared? Of course the answer is that the Goddess must be both loved a...
"Just don't—" "Screw it up again?" I nearly yelled into the cell phone. I wasn't angry; it was just hard to talk over the crying in the backseat. I actually laughed. "I didn't mean that," Helen answered in a wounded voice. "It's just that you can be so . . . so . . ." "Flighty?" I offered, accompanied by a snort. I turned my head and told the two girls ba...
♫♪ Oh, a storm is threat'ning My very life today If I don't get some shelter Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away War, children, it's just a shot away It's just a shot away ♪♫ The sounds of "Gimme Shelter" by The Rolling Stones blast from my radio as I whip my black Ford Focus into the lower parking lot of the Chamber. In this part of Atlanta, people aren't phased...
Chapter 3: Calling it Quits On Saturday Ed took me to see our parents' burial spot. It was as I had pictured, quiet and serene. That's when he broached the subject. "Want to work for me while you get your feet on the ground?" I thanked him, but declined his offer. How could I live in the same house with them, watch them send each other eye-contact messages...
I began my preparations for the evening several hours in advance. I am a great believer in water keeping away a hangover the next morning, as so drink one glass for every glass of red wine I consume. But the bonus to this philosophy is the obvious production of copious volumes of urine. And so I drank my wine and I drank my water, over the three hours before...
This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me. * Foreword The best presents are personal, have a lot of thought put into them, and involve some personal investment...
This time the story is from Rebecca's point of view. I want to see if I do a good job from changing characters. These stories are more for fun than having a story. I hope you enjoy it! ***** These days are long and boring without Jack. That boy is full of wonders and always knows how to make me cum. I wish I had a son like him. Instead I have a non-sexuall...
Six out of twenty. Six able-bodied men, including Will and myself, who’d agreed to go trans, who’d agreed to become chicks with dicks. Six men willing to go to Aphora, with all its potential adventure and danger. Six men willing to kiss Earth goodbye forever. Six men looking forward to passionate kisses in a strange country. We saw no evidence of where the...
Guten Tag m'Lovelies, This chapter is short. Otherwise I would have taken twice as long to write the 4000 word chapter. After just writing a 15,000 word essay on music, I must confess that I'm rather tired. Therefore, at the moment it is around two-thousand, but I faced a narrative deadlock to either merge it with ch.3 or not. I'm still new to erotica. (Ser...
Chapter 4: The Pleasure Nymph He kissed her on the forehead before leaving for the afternoon, curled up on her bed with a book of ancient magick's she sighed contentedly as his lips brushed over her skin. Her mind briefly remembered their passionate love making from the previous hours as he disappeared from the bedroom to leave. An ache of yearning for an...