Thank you everyone who has voted and commented on the first four chapters of this story. All your encouragement has really helped me to keep on writing. I hope you enjoy Chapter 5, and look out for the final chapter, which is coming soon. * The next morning I was wrenched out of a deep, peaceful sleep to feel someone pulling my hands behind my back and sta...
It was a drunken night in the kingdom. Crown War had been completed and we were all partying it up. I remember talking to Osito in the middle of a field. There must have been a hundred yards of grass on either side of us. We were discussing the days events when all of a sudden...SPLAT! Something ran into my back. I looked up in alarm at Osito, he looked back...
Dear readers, It's been quite a tumultuous year, since I posted my last story. Thank you so much for your comments and messages of encouragement. I hope you enjoy this new series. If you've read any of my previous stories, you'll know there will be some plot and character development before we get to the juicy parts -- but we WILL get to the juicy parts!...
Keira rushed out from work, pushing through the rain soaked crowd towards the taxi rank, trying her hardest not to get soaked to the skin in this typical British summertime weather. The streets were far too busy for to use an umbrella, and the rain beat against her face as she battled onwards through the throng. She was lucky enough to hail a cab before sh...
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,...
Disclaimer: This story is completely fictitious and fantasy-based; these events did not happen, aren't likely to happen, and the celebrities depicted do not act like this in real life. Also, minors should not read further. ***** Yet another year, yet another award season. With the Golden Globes just announced, and the winners gaining a renewed rush for t...
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...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
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...