An Englishman's property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this chapter Kitty and Hayden finally meet and do a bit of verbal fencing. * Chapter 2 When heading to Morni...
Years ago I left home planning to get my military service out of the way before moving on to what I really wanted to do. Twenty-two years and many military assignments later, I am nearing 41 years old and have only known the military way of life. I forgot what it was I really wanted to do. I have only myself and my few belongings packed into my pickup. Fortu...
Final part of 4. Once again, this is the last of four parts written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I hope you enjoyed his idea and my writing. * Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010 I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé...
I admit it: My favorite is the Loving Wives stories. Unfortunately, it's also the most maddening category for someone in my profession. You see, I am a family law lawyer—and have been for 15 years—and the stories in Loving Wives dealing with divorce inevitably get it all wrong. Granted, I practice law in Illinois, and the laws differ from state to state. The...
I had been expecting it. Ever since the Matriarchal Party had swept to power, the noose had been closing. But, I have to give the leadership credit. While they had steadily tightened their grip on the male population, the pace had been slow, slow enough and uneven enough to avoid panic or mass migration out of the country. Like lobsters in a pot, the water w...
Interview 4: Farah the Predator Don't fuck with me; it's a simple set of instructions necessary to have a happy, healthy life. But honestly that may not be enough, I'm a fickle mistress and a predator, if the mood takes me I will take you. I'm asked sometimes why I do cut my hair so short, why do I make an effort to appear so androgynous. In my youth my ha...
In January of 2006, a who's who of young starlets began disappearing. It started out with Jessica Biel, who had ducked into the bathroom at the opening of a small boutique in L.A. She never re-emerged. Three days later, an unofficial taskforce consisting of the F.B.I., the L.A.P.D. and the seemingly omnipresent paparazzi could find neither hide nor hair of h...
This is a departure from stories I usually write. There is no dialogue giving you, my readers', freedom to supply your own insights into their dialogue. The players are unnamed, there is no hint of where this story may have occurred, and no back story until a final sentence or two at the end. ***** My labia separated as his cock head pressed into me. My hy...
Author's note: I had trouble figuring out how to end Part One: Reconciliation, BTB, or kill the victim? I chose the latter but later I had an idea for a sequel. Here it is. You will probably need to read Shame, Shame, Shame first. As always, hope you enjoy. ***** Sheila lay in her bed crying. The guilt of causing her husband Kurt to commit suicide made the...
Drake helped the other personal and house slaves clean up. His leash bounced against his chest, a reminder of Mistress Raell's order for him to come upstairs after the dining room was clean. The captured slaves were cut free and shepherded down to the Cave. Drake noticed most of the house slaves snuck scraps of the dinner food, which had consisted of a roast...