Authors Note: Due to the timing of the completion of this series, this chapter has not, as yet, been through the careful hands of my wonderful proof-reader and friend AisieLynn. I will endeavour to replace it as she has time to work on it for me. I hope you will forgive my eagerness to bring you the conclusion to this long running series and bear with the fe...
Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. This chapter is considerably longer than usual but those who follow Bella's story will realise I had some bridging of events to do before her nex...
Lynn slid along on the dance floor in the arms of the strange young cowboy. At 26 she was a hottie. Hottie was the only word available to describe her. Red hair, green eyes, 5'4", 105#. She only had little A-cup titties, but their smaller size made them extremely sensitive. Her ass and legs were to die for. She would dance and flirt with this cowboy and ma...
This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated. This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman Gor series. All references to Gor and...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. I have a rather busy life. I work full time with a fair amount of overtime and two hours of commute per day. (Gotta figure out how to use those two hours to write I think. But dragging my lap top about doesn't appeal to me. And if I write with pen and pad, well...I might not be able to read what I wrote!) I also spe...
This tale starts a bit slow but stick with it, it get's much better. Thank you MV. Dimitri stood looking out the bay windows of his home, for as far as the eye could see there were no other nearby homes and his only link to the outside world was his computer. The view from here also was his own little piece of heaven, he lived on the edge of a beach and the...
Authors Note: This is a chapter in this series primarily based in BDSM practises. If that is not to your tastes please stop reading and find one of the other wonderful stories on this site more suited to your kink. Thank you once again to everyone who leaves comments and feedback on my writing, it is much appreciated. ~ellie ***** Bella had been beyond bus...
It's really odd how long it takes her to realize he's the villain of the piece, considering all the evidence that's staring her in the face. He rides a black tarn for christsake, what were you thinking, woman? Were you somehow thinking he was the good guy in all this? Just cause he does these daring night raids and he swept you off your feet doesn't make hi...
All persons are consenting adults age 18+ ***** Prologue: "First Contact" My heart skipped a beat the moment I laid eyes on you. Or was it two? ...or twenty? I couldn't breathe, let alone count. It was as if time had slowed down to a standstill - coming to a definite, grinding, halt - and yet, had simultaneously sped up as well; as if everything else tha...