The stage emitted an explosion of lights and noise as Elise belted out the end of her set with endearing enthusiasm. As the song ended and the lights began to dim, her small but passionate audience burst into applause. I was close enough to see Elise panting in the near darkness, totally exhausted, but with a satisfied smile plastered across her face. I was...
This continues the adventures of Ginny, a mid 30's submissive woman, who continues to enjoy her submissiveness. Although the events that occur in all the Ginny stories are plausible, this is fantasy. If you haven't read any of the previous parts, you should, only to understand the people and relationships in the story. I appreciate comments from anyone who t...
Venice. City of canals. Home to one of the most influential and wealthy merchants in human history, whose investment in the arts had created works that still lit the imagination of the world aflame. A city of beauty and history and... "Jesus Christ, look at the titties on her," I whispered as I leaned against the wall of a building that was part of the U...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you, everyone, for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Matteo stepped off the plane in Kuala Lumpur. He'd dozed on and off during the flight, his mind going over details of all the...
This is a work of fiction; none of these people exist or make a difference anywhere but here. Similarly I have come to the conclusion that most anonymous comment posters inhabit that same dimension. Enjoy. ***** The Blanket Policy A Bit of History It all started back in the winter of '78. That epic winter featured brutal cold, ass deep snow, and biting w...
"What are you doing the second weekend in April?" asked Jenny, leaning over my shoulder as I tried to type a complicated sentence in my report. I put my hand up for her to wait, finished the sentence and swung round in my chair to face her. "The second weekend?" I turned to my diary and checked the date. "Celebrating my birthday, actually. Well, going to my...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. * Winston Thomas, a lanky artist with lanky hair and lanky eyes and lanky everything, lean and sharp as a blade of grass, leans against the railing of the cruise-ship Allure and stares out at the ocean, trying his best to sketch the distant waves and not worry about being a member of...
DISCLAIMER: Everyone DIRECTLY INVOLVED WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER IN ANY WAY THAT INVOLVES ANYTHING REMOTELY SEXUAL IS OVER THE AGE OF 18. *** I'd been shy most of my life and I was more likely found with a book in hand, reading in a quiet corner of the school grounds every recess and lunch break. I'd walk home, still reading, and always alone. It wasn't t...
Game Of Life By Denham Forrest Copyright© 2008 by Denham Forrest, The Wanderer This story started out life sometime ago as one of The Wanderer's short Nemesis tales; but as he wrote, he claims that the tale took on a life of its own. Thanks go to a reader and friend from down in the antipodes somewhere, for the basic plot device that was used in the earl...
The following stories will be written part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs. The recounting of these stories will be told in the third person as they occurred. ***** Mac was curled up on her sofa. Harm had his arms wrapped around her. Sarah was dressed in a pair of old sweats. Naked beneath it Harm couldn't take his eye...