Charles sat hunched over on his bed, his head resting in his hands. He hadn't believed it at first, that she was gone. He had run upstairs when he and Finley were finally worn out from fighting, and he had realized that she was no longer in sight. He first went to his room, expecting to find her there, wanting to wrap her in his arms and tell her that his...
Pardon me for not writing sooner, but a lot has been going on. To begin with let me give you a brief update, then I will describe what has most recently happened. After Leesa's first encounter with Wily, her new black massage client I was eager to hear what she would tell Rocky. I was surprised she told him she had given her first black customer a massage....
Scene One: Backstage "Ah, there you are my pretty pet! All nice and comfy on your pretty perch, are we?" I hear Miss Debra's cheerful voice from behind me. I scan the large, ornate, gold-framed mirror hanging on the wall before me, straining my corseted neck to determine her whereabouts. I quickly spot the reflection of her pretty face, as she playfully...
(Sorry it took so long everyone. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy this next installment with Marcus and Elwyn.) * They rode until the moon was high in the sky with the cavalry and the imperial carriage that had been left at the villa. She fell into a light sleep as they rode, allowing herself that weakness knowing she was not yet fully recover...
Suzie wiggled in her sleep and changed side. She was having a rather restless sleep owing to a very lively dream which seemed to have been stirring her senses in a very disturbing way. The only thing that covered her nakedness was a white lacy underwear which left nothing hidden and most of it was tucked inside her moist slit. Her curly black hair covered he...
*Warning: This story contains gay content in a fantasy world. Any negative comments about the main characters sexual orientation will be deleted.* ----- This wasn't a place I wanted to be. One this side of the war. We were losing. Actually, I'm pretty sure that we had lost. My father had received word that the last of our defenses had failed. The Sygrians...
I suppose I have always been interested in spanking, the thought of tight white cotton briefs stretched over a beautifully formed female bottom was every schoolboy's fantasy. Administering a gentle spanking and, perhaps, pulling the panties down over the fleshy rump and smacking the bare buttocks was frequently one of mine and it usually ended in a lovely ju...
She always hated these missions. Make-up, wig and all the prissy trappings were never her bag nor was the... "work" involved in these covert operations. She positively h-a-t-e-d these missions. Why couldn't Cobra do something normal like, world domination? Whatever happened to that? Clean, good old fashioned "Take over the world, nyah-ha-ha" kind of stuff. S...
*this is my first submission, please be gentle. Oh, and credit for the last line of this story goes to Jon Bon Jovi from the Young Guns II soundtrack. The song..."Billy Get Your Guns". * Looking back on it now, I can see that death was always just a few steps behind me. Yet, through everything, I always seemed to be able to escape its clutches. I knew I wa...
Laurlie was not at her best this morning. Her unit of wardancers had celebrated thier victory lastnight and she again tried to drink Lanois under the table and lost. She had her short sword and dagger belted on, her long brown skirt and blue blouse as well, she was staggering to the river to clear her head. When she got to the river she knelt down and scoope...