My name is Prince Bonir. That's Bonir with a long-E sound; boh-neer. I do not appreciate my name being mispronounced, and I assure you my dungeons are very big. I am the second son and the third and youngest child of Prince Cedric III, Duke of Averic and brother to His Majesty the King. My older brother Cedric was to inherit the duchy; as second son, the u...
I George had kissed his wife Sarah goodbye. The Chrysler had driven off to take her on her way to London, calling at the vicarage to pick up Susanna, wife of the parish priest, who was accompanying her for a weekend break. As a special birthday treat for Susanna, they were staying at Sarah's step-son's flat in Dolphin Square until Sunday, whilst her step-so...
When I, Ben Shaklee, graduated from Northwestern University's journalism school I was lucky to land a job with the Chicago Tribune. Ever since I was a kid, no doubt inspired by Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and cub reporter Jimmy Olsen in reruns of the old Superman TV show, and then enhanced by real life investigative reporters from the Washington Post and New York...
A brief story with no hard sex and no BTB. You have Michael K to thank for cleaning up my grammar. I would like to thank Vickie for her work on my last story. I forgot but please accept my belated thanks. All comments welcome. If you send comments privately, remember I can't reply if you don't give an address. ***** I met my wife Jessica one Thursday whil...
A Cad falls to Grace, Final Chapter The blackness of my vision lifted and I found myself standing on a wide path of what looked like stone pavers. The path went straight ahead with no curves visible, and it appeared to be about six feet wide. Far in the distance of my vision was a mountain, Everest in size it seemed. Snow on the peak. At the base of it was...
~*~Prologue: Thieves' Valley~*~ High in the stony mountains that bordered the Dark Ocean was a foreboding castle that nestled between two jagged peaks called the Twin Daggers. The peaks were called as such because they pierced into the sky rather than rose gently, and because the men who had discovered them thousands of years in the past had not been very c...
The following story is a chronicle of events in my life. The names of the characters have been changed to respect their anonymity. It is my first attempt to chronicle a significant time in my life. I will welcome your thoughtful votes and comments. I will answer all comments submitted that provide an active E-mail address for the answer. A significant time,...
Author's preamble. This story is a product of my imagination. The characters herein are similarly imaginary and any similarity to real people is purely accidental. All sexually active characters are over the age of 18. The story will contain aspects of cross dressing, BDSM and male and female bisexuality. If any of these aspects are not to your taste, may...
I AM NOT SURE that you can hear me. I am not sure if you are still near to me, somewhere in the dark. I am not even sure that you are still alive. Last night, I heard you sobbing. The night before, I heard you scream when they came for you. Perhaps it was your screams, later on, that were punctuated by my own. Perhaps you cannot hear me, perhaps you will not...
To regular readers of my raunchy stories: Bless you, and I hope there are many of you, but please be advised: There is no sex in this chapter, except a reference to what led to the divorce of one of the protagonists. The second one will have a fair amount, as he and his female counterpart make up for lost time. If you just want to read smut, you might prefer...