More Chapter 02 (or Less) "There has to be more," she said to herself looking into the mirror. Sure she needed to touch up some of the gray in her hair and she did notice the first hint of "crow's feet" at the corners of her eyes, but she knew she was still a vital, nice looking and yes, a sexy woman. She deserved more than her husband's increasingly inept...
Chapter 05 -- Eve's house Eve's next concern was to get her new servant back to her house and give her something to eat. She knew that Trish had not yet eaten that day and would be famished, but there was nothing she could do about that for the time being. Collared servants had a lot of restrictions placed on them; one of those being that they could not be...
What made me go to a massage parlour for the first time when I had survived the first thirty or so years of my life without feeling the need? Quite simply I had not had sex for nearly three months and was feeling very horny. Of course, this had happened before, but this time I was in a relationship and had been enjoying an active sex life until my live in lo...
Few people realize how hard it is to be a witch, Clarisse mused as she stirred her potion. Who could afford eye of newt at today's market price? Not to mention her chants and trances took time, she couldn't possibly work full time and perfect her craft. The old red brick-walled kitchen bounced a pungent steam around the room. Clarisse breathed in the scent...
Standing on the Petit Pont, Samantha Bowers thought she was the luckiest woman alive. As the daughter of an oppressive father, she had held out little hope of escaping his house except as the bride of a similarly narrow-minded husband. That she had managed to escape to New York had been a minor miracle to her mind and one she was constantly happy about. Then...
I was sitting at the side of the river, minding my own business. That was my first mistake: never mind your own business, trouble finds you every time. Of course, being a Demon in Hell doesn't help either, but there've been a couple of centuries I flew under the radar. I was taking a break from tending the Spawnling pens: new demons don't flip into existence...
*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...
Patrick Wolfe, aka Crilly, was a cop. I didn't freak out, I wanted to, but my sense of self-preservation was too strong. Instead I dialed Marcus. "Go," he said by way of greeting. "I'm in the townhouse of Patrick Wolfe, nee Crilly. I need a pick up in ten, it's on LSD, can you find it?" "Got it," he said. "Marcus if I'm not out in front come in and get m...
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...
Arrangements Are Made for the New Escorts First Date Fran, the co-owner of Midnight Magic Escorts, was calling Clare, her newly hired virgin escort. The young music student's New York City escort licence had been approved and Fran had staged a bidding war among her wealthy clients as to who would take the newbie's cherry. She was not surprised that somebody...