It is the shortest day and the longest night, and I have come of age this day. Yet I grieve also, and the woman for whom I grieve I had thought to be my mother all my life. But now I find that she was not my mother, and now I am motherless. My name is Alex Cain, and I am motherless, and I swear to find my mother. The funeral cortege wound its way to the mau...
Brianna was still lying naked and hurt on the hilltop when Marian found her. Only she was brave enough to look for her friend up there, while the men searched more obvious places in the forest and, especially, anywhere outside of it. Marian suspected no one really cared for Brianna as she did. Osgar, Brianna's father, clearly blamed his daughter for his wi...
She looked out over the kingdom through the ice crystal her magic had formed. She looked down on the light happy day, the birds chirping, the children playing, the lovers loving, and hated. She hated. She stewed in it like a rotten potato in a stew of curdled milk and dead things. She lashed out with her magic and through the distance of time and space she r...
With support fromCrimfolk I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope it doesn't offend, but as the saying goes, "You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time." A revised version from my first attempt. * It is the year 2157. The earth is at peace fo...
CHAPTER TWELVE Danette's headache was returning with a vengeance as she entered the narrow hall that housed the recovery rooms. She had been free of it the whole day, but she couldn't delay doing something about Andena because the girl was still unconscious and this was having an effect on Danette's mood. She had difficulty focusing on the fact that she wa...
Let me start off by saying that I'm not real positive about anything anymore, but I think that it is only fair that I try to explain what happened, and what seems to be happening now. If that statement doesn't make sense, hang in there, because I'll try to explain. It was about two years ago now and I was sixty-seven years old. I was playing racquetball at...
This chapter is a bit less overtly sexual than my previous ones. It's as much about power dynamics, emotions, and feelings of helplessness. It's also a bit of an interlude between Chapters 2 and 4. Originally, I intended it to be a few paragraphs, but I had such fun with it, it became a chapter all of it's own. Chapter 4 is going to be just as frisky as the...
My Secret Life PREFACE I began these memoirs when about twenty-five years old, having from youth kept a diary of some sort, which perhaps from habit made me think of recording my inner and secret life. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the ot...
That Feeling, You Can Only Say What It Is In Gorean Sometimes she can't help feeling like she's throwing good love after bad; the way she's sitting here with her knees in the dirt, watching him so intently, listening to the soft words he's murmuring to the giant bird as he slides off the harness and grooms the feathers- she's thinking, I might as well be i...
The light of three moons cascades along her naked figure, each dancing, spiralling before coalescing in washes of color, decorating her perfect body as she rocks upwards, then falls down once more like an angel's descent to earth. Colors glint along the thin sheen of sweat that coats her soft, light skin; and beyond, only darkness envelops the two of us. She...