Oblivious to her state of undress Katie walked through the office getting smiles, stares and murmurs from everyone she passed. She entered the bathroom and went straight to the mirror to take a look at her clothes. She was horrified by what she saw. She grabbed for her skirt to yank it up her legs but the stress was too much for the already failing waistban...
Anya swiped the sweat from her brow, the unusual heat of the spring day lingering into the evening. Her stomach grumbled its displeasure. Though she had not eaten since morning, Anya had felt compelled to exert herself, her body flowing through the Forms in stance after stance, her awareness stilling with each posture. But she couldn't completely erase the d...
He was completely unconscious. He wouldn't wake, not with that bullet hole in his side and the amount of blood he had already lost. Pushing up to her elbow, Aria stared down at the man in oblivion next to her. He was in no way a small man, over six-two, his weight she would never attempt to guess, but solid, packed muscle with not a trace amount of extra f...
Three Weeks Later 6:30 Friday Night Natasha brushed a strand of her nut brown hair away from her face and behind her ear. Her eyes dark brown eyes were focused on the screen of her computer. She had several reviews that she needed to write up before she could leave work for the day. Closing her eyes for a moment to try and collect her self, she sighed. Con...
This story is written as a continuation of Part One, but I'm going to try to make it pleasurable to read on its own as well. I hope you'll enjoy it all as I once more set the mood for you tonight... The wheatfield. Saskatchewan country sky, lit bright with stars normally unseen closer to city lights. Late July air rustling a cool breeze through the light st...
The life of a Vampire is often glamorized in the movies and television shows imagined by bozos who have no idea what Vampire life is really like. My name is Ibrahim Hassan. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, on November 9, 1972, and raised in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. On February 5, 1995, I died. From a gunshot wound while walking...
She shuddered, her body enjoying one final spasm of ecstasy, and then she fell limp as my fangs retracted, my hungers - both of them - sated. ***** I had been watching her for several weeks in a row. From my balcony high above the city on the edge of the main shopping district, I saw and heard and smelled a lot. I could even taste a lot, as the scents fro...
My name is Evans James Armand. Friends call me E.J. I'm a black guy living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've always been fascinated by a certain phenomenon. To the point that this fascination has become an obsession of mine. That's okay because I'm lucky enough to have the means of exploring and fulfilling my little obsession. The perks of having mo...
I love to watch her in the bath, although she can never understand why. To me she's perfect, she's the one I dream about, the one I fantasise about, the one who made me realise that a relationship is the best thing in the world. That day I watched her soaping herself down, taking in every curve, every move, every swing of her breast as she turned for the s...
Author's Note: This chapter deals largely with the power dynamic between master and slave as they flee the city. The next chapter, coming soon, will feature the dark deeds within the realm that they are journeying to 😊 ***** It was still three hours before dawn when they stole out the dark alleyway. "Come slave, it is three hours' ride to the gate. We mu...