I traveled to New York after many years of avoiding the city. Too many bad memories kept me from it, and I truly had little reason to visit. As the Airbus rumbled through the skies approaching La Guardia I checked my seat belt and thought of the last time I had been in the city and how it teemed with life and energy and all the possibilities that you can onl...
Leaving his two bodyguards outside, the tall, handsome askari with the tribal tattoo swirled on his cheek came blinking into the purple tent, out of the strong morning sunshine. The shadowed coolness was welcome after the equatorial Sun's heat against his dark brown perspiring skin. "Welcome, welcome, o' Worthy to the humble tents of the Dhahabu Market," sa...
"You're the sixty-ninth caller!" the voice on the other end of the phone yelled into Justin's ear. "Yeah? Wow! Did I win the new Eminem CD?" "You sure did! And..." Justin had never won one of these silly radio contests before. Though it was just a silly CD, he was thrilled to have finally won something. His radio played a Honda ad in the background follow...
The Training of Celina – Week 1 In real life my slave Celina has returned to her family. They discovered her lifestyle with me, her Master, and she was forced into a choice. I will not share the emotional upheaval that has caused for my slave and myself, suffice to say that this story was started by both of us but the latter parts to be published in the nea...
Synopsis: Mary is a very troubled young woman with very unhealthy ideas about sex and suicide, especially ones involving both at the same time. Will the love and care of a relative stranger be enough to save her? This is an odd sort of romance story that might not be to everyone's taste, and might have something to offend nearly everyone. Note the story code...
(based on the Gorean Fiction of John Norman) It was an unusual night in Schendi. It was raining, but that was not the unusual thing. As a pure matter of fact, it rained most days in the sub-equatorial city than it did not. The same was true of the nights. Even the seasons were marked by the rains. In the cooler season it rained a great deal. In the hotter...
His scrotum seems to be... swelling Wesley's confusion over T'vor's treatment of him was almost as great as the stinging pain from the deep scratches her nails had made. His mother had closed the wounds with a dermal regenerator from the shuttle's emergency medical kit, but an irritating tickle remained, and his nipples still hurt from her sadistic twistin...
Ev is my slave in real life. She is a beautiful Asian slut. We are taking a short break right now whilst she concentrates on her studies. This is the continuing story, written by both of us, telling of how we first met ... * PART 8 Slut (14) ... Sold. Sold like a slave. Forced to display my slave body in every imaginable revealing manner. Forced to cum a...
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...
It all started in the summer of 1998, back in Cairns, Australia. Marriage is a fickle thing, and mine had fallen apart over perceived jealousy and the fact that she just wasn't meant for me, or maybe I wasn't meant for her. It didn't really matter any more, she gathered her things on a Saturday morning, called her parents, they came to pick her up, and that...