Lyndsay's enthusiasm for becoming my mistress seemed to grow more with each passing day. She threw herself into getting approved as a member of the Vineyard, and then began planning her first visit there with me as her lesbian sex-slave. Since I now had a bodyguard who followed me everywhere, Lyndsay told me we needed to prepare her for my field trips to th...
Myths aren't called myths for nothing. They were invented to explain the unexplainable. Generation upon generation retold them, reread them and tried to understand them. But myths aren't meant to be understood; not in the logical way we love to think nowadays. Myths are metaphors. And at their cores we find our timeless selves, our virtues and our vices,...
Keira swallowed hard and tried to will away the nervous rolling of her stomach as the Crones began to lay the ritual circle and pile wood high for the great blaze that would burn for Beltane. The Earth's fertility had to be ensured, the god had to be conceived to be reborn anew at Yule and Beltane was the night for the proper rituals. The young men would run...
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Having had nothing to drink the day before, Keira woke up dry. She couldn't remember the last time she'd woken on a Saturday without a pounding headache, a mouth that felt like sandpaper, and worst of all, lying in a puddle of her own urine. She had to admit that lying clear-headed in the arms of her boyfriend was the much-preferred option. "Good morning...
- "I think it's time to introduce her to the herd." Keira mused. You had collapsed into hers and Aaron's arms after cumming again and again from the milker's demanding tugs. Aaron shifted out from under you and Keira let you down gently onto your side onto the stall's soft straw. Again she brushed the stray hair out of your eyes, this time also giving you a...
I have no editor so I have down my best to make corrections. Should errors in grammar or spelling distract you from the story please save yourself any unpleasant moments and pass this story. Thanks to those that encourage. * Stratton awoke Saturday morning. He was feeling the warmth of a wonderful dream, although he couldn't fully remember it. His hand fel...
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[Author's Note: While the prelude isn't so much erotic as it is "scary", the story will merge the two more closely as it goes on. If you liked this story and want to read more, please comment. I love hearing comments and am interested to know what people would like to better steer the story in a way that will make people want to read on. Thanks, Seth.] Prel...
Author's Note: A story requested by Sovietspyder. *** Mia groaned and shut her alarm off as she rolled back onto her legs. She ran a hand through her hair, untangling any knots from her tumultuous sleep, and sighed at the heavy sensation of her cock flopping about. The fact didn't surprise her, not after the slew of dreams reliving every moment with Annie...