(This is a fantasy story, and I've adopted some medieval kind of things, as well as a few modern ones. Just remember to not shoehorn them into a particular era and you'll be fine. It's placed in somewhere like England, it's a monarchy, and it's sexist, but not racist. Oh and, I do a lot of describing clothes and hair, but bear with me alright) * I've decid...
Beauty turned to her captor and almost screamed out in horror at the half man/half beast that stood before her, resplendent in the finest of clothes but looking as if he should live out in the barn. He had the body of a man but he was furry and had a snout, like a dog's. And his yellow eyes seemed almost inhuman. She shivered in terror, wondering what was in...
"Only 3 more," Vanessa Woodfield said through a rasping voice as she lifted the heavy sheep and sent her on her way. Her veterinary partner Rhona Kirk hustled another sheep towards her and replied. "Thank god, that's been quite a morning." The two had been friends at university and Vanessa had recently joined Rhona and her husband Paddy's practice. They had...
Sir Jeffrey Trailson, Knight of the Land, hurried to the hill where Vrika had said she would meet him. The invisibility potion had worn off only ten minutes or so after he had left the camp and he was grateful he'd been able to make it in time. But make it he had, and he clutched the two sceptres tightly as he jogged through the undergrowth. Soon he arrived...
"Now? Please Sir, I just finished saddling Somnium and am headed out for a ride." I smiled softly and sweetly whispered, "Thank you Sir." as I hung up the phone. My heart sank a little. I should have gone to see him. But, still, he understood, he said it was okay. I finished my ride, finished some last minute chores, showered and prepared for Master's arr...
It was late and I was driving through the mountains of West Virginia. I thought I had enough gas to get to the next town, but I didn't. I ran out on the side of the road in the middle of a rainstorm. I walked for about three miles before I came across a large house. I knocked on the door hoping to get some kind of help. A young girl dressed in Nun garb answ...
June, 1968, I was tagging along on The Doors' first European tour as the unofficial Mrs. Jim Morrison. Due to my dislike of the rest of the band I spent a lot of time inside fancy hotel rooms while Jim was out around town with this girl or that drug lord. But I didn't mind. I had my own activities to keep me busy. I knew he loved me. All else was harmless bu...
"You are mine!" commanded Gerrard. He had Lynette bent tits down over a cold granite table, her ass exposed with her short skirt flipped up around her waist and her black French-cut panties pooled around the ankle of her left red stiletto. Gerrard had control of her by grabbing a hank of Lynette's long auburn mane and pulling her head back. His thick nine i...
Our family seemed to grow every year. My parents had ten children: four boys, and six girls. Being the eldest of the six girls, I was always in charge of the baking. My sisters and I would roll pastries and prepare cakes for days before the holiday. My aunts would help Mama prepare large bowls of pasta, rolled balls of seasoned venison, and a great vessel of...
Sunlight filled the room as Miria started to wake, she seemed to feel a renewed sense about herself. She climbed from her bed and gazed down at the simple band of silver on her finger. Miria had thought it to be a dream, but now in the beautiful morning light, she could see it wasn't. As it sank in that it was real, she felt her heart flutter in her chest an...