Marcus was having the most delicious dream. Pleasure was flooding throughout his body, gently penetrating through the veil of sleep and lighting up his nervous system in the most delightful way. He hovered on the cusp of waking, floating on an undulating current of bliss, moaning sleepily, enjoying the ride. Endorphins released into his blood stream, stimul...
Note from the Author: I would very much like to thank everyone who has read along with this series, voted, commented, contacted me, and I encourage you to continue. For the first four chapters I was unsure where this was going to lead for a while, and I am sure that I have left many questions that you would like answered. Hopefully I will answer these quest...
(Again, I originally published this story under the name of NewForester, but I now write under the name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy the story second time around.) ***** Rabat, the capital of Morocco, situated on the north-western coast of Africa. Its teeming streets, its hot climate, miles and miles of sand, and Atlantic waters, making it a wonderful...
The huge desk taking up most of the floor space in his office was one of a kind. Constructed mostly of Carpathian Elm and Ebony, it had cost him somewhere in the neighborhood of two hundred thousand. The ergonomically designed chair he sat in was covered with fine smooth black calfskin that both cradled and supported his body in comfort and in style. That ha...
Chapter 2: Slaves to Desire After the delectable bath, we fall asleep on the bed, wrapped snuggly in each other's arms for what seemed like an eternity. Soft, floral scents intoxicating my dreams, sweet dreams of you and me, a gentle breeze blowing your flowing locks aside as I watch you run through fields of daisies. I need to run to you, to follow you thr...
Antoinette walked into The Hollow with her puppy, Christopher. Immediately, he took her coat, took his off and handed them to the coat check girl. Antoinette was dressed in a long leather dress, custom made for her generous curves to give her an hourglass figure. The dress was black with red flames licking up from hem to knees; the skirt was split on both si...
Authors note: Happy New Year Bella lovers and welcome to a new series in her story for 2014. Thank you for coming back to see where the story went after the tragic death of her love and Master, Mel. I hope you enjoy this introductory chapter to what I hope will be an equally popular series to the previous two. If you are new to Bella's journey. I hope there...
It had been a while since her Master had had time to play with her. His schedule at work, and the classes he was taking really cut into their time together. She had started to feel neglected, and as a result started to slip into bad habits. She was not showing him proper respect; Sir had all but been eliminated from her vocabulary. He seen this and it pained...
Unlike my previous stories, this one was not based on real life, but rather created for the pleasure of my wonderful wife. In between when this story was started, and when I finished it, her fantasy came true; but not at all like I had envisioned it below. We hope you enjoy it. "I'm back!" I smelled incense as I shut the door behind me. "Any word from Kat...
"I'm not going to lie to you. I never have before, and I am not going to start now. We've fought too long, too hard." Amelie ignored Pierre's smirk as she looked over her army, "together to do that. You've done more than I could ever have expected of you. So I won't lie to you: we cannot defeat their army, the war cannot be won, and I'm sorry to tell you tha...