It was a strange thing when my guilt hit me later that night. I hadn't expected to feel anything, at least, I had hoped I wouldn't feel anything. Unfortunately, the high I'd gotten from drinking Art's blood was leaving me and I was crashing hard. I stared at Isaac, asleep with his body tangled in my semen and blood covered sheets. I cautiously pressed my fi...
216 checked his watch. Seven-fifteen. He was to return to V at ten. He had spent almost exactly an hour with her. She was a real professional, he thought: while he had been transported out of space and time, she had been carefully making sure that his session hadn't overrun. He suddenly felt hungry. He looked along the row of suburban shops in the street wh...
Author's note: this chapter was written to show my appreciation for feedback in the form of constructive criticism - to those of you who've taken the time to leave it. Thank you. ***** (Piglet has just left us alone; she's gone back to town check on things at her apartment. You and I are sitting on your porch. It's a beautiful, golden-fall evening we're s...
*Sometimes no matter how often you look, you do not see. Thanks Simple49er! A road atlas of the UK may help you to enjoy this chapter. * Now that the plans were in place and he was being active, Matt felt a lot better. He was being pro-active rather than reactive, always better for his mental state. He was interested to see what Beth would tell him about...
A brief description of Gabriel's world: A few people have questioned some of the details in my story, which is entirely fair enough as although I am engaged in an ongoing roleplay with Gabriel and am therefore familiar with his world, you lovely readers are not -- yet. So here's a little information to guide your further reading of this story. Gabriel's wo...
"I see how you look at me." "Sorry?" I flicked my eyes up any Brianna's gaze caught mine. I was alone with her, ever since we had both been at the local high school: her taking classes, me tutoring over a couple weeks of the summer, we ran into each other a few times. She smiled in her mysterious, intelligent way. "I'm eighteen. Don't you think it's a li...
Art, part two. Ch. 07 Dr. Heidi shows Art how he can be one of her dolls. The room Heidi led me into was in the front of the house and included an elevator to the garage level. Where the first room is a table top workshop, here the equipment is larger and floor mounted. There's even a small jib hoist above the work table. Heidi said, "I've had some inquiri...
The envelope was with the daily mail, addressed to me with no return address. I opened the package and put the DVD into my laptop. I watched as one of my fantasies unfolded on the screen: me fucking my roommate, Elle. Elle is a friend from college days who is also recently divorced. She moved into my house several months ago. I wanted her bad while we were...
Chapter 1: Creating a Submissive Avil was sitting in office, ostensibly busy with the latest research report sought by the senior management. Haah! A bunch of oafs is what they were, making people slave over inanities when they had no meaningful work to give. Luckily the juicy female trainees made life bearable. His body would literally burn with lust each...
5th of April 1919 Journal Entry No. 7: It has been exactly one week since my team and I left camp, but it has been no more than 24 hours since we disbanded. An argument over a situation that occurred back at camp created a raucous which ended in gunfire. Our group of eight became divided; white men on one and natives on the other. We were the ones with t...