This story came to me through my love of historical fiction. The events are fictional, but the male character is based off of someone real. I care about him very much. If you like this piece, please leave a review! Thanks! For the real David: The Field Cabin The little cabin seemed as though it was a hundred degrees as Annabelle Field, a petite brunette w...
Naomi is the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine. She has a killer figure, 5 feet 7 inches with 34 DD boobs, 28 inch waist and 36 inch hips. She has long, silky black hair that flows down to her butt and a sexy, sultry smile and face that gives guys instant hard-ons. She is originally Sri Lankan, but born and brought up abroad. She is, in all senses of the wor...
You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full h...
This a continuation of my previous story using content adapted from another work of Renaissance festival fiction I had been working on. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading. ***** The start of the work week played out every bit as awkward as I had anticipated and eventually veered close to disaster. Thea fixed coffee in the morning for us and outlined var...
Breathe in… and out; In… and out. Cycle, repeat. Again, and again, and again. Yuri had lost track of the number of days and nights she had spent training in the mountains. She had even forgotten the reason she began. But at some point, when she drew in her breath and let it out for what felt like the billionth time, she knew she was done. She had mastered he...
This is one of a series. I suggest you read them in order. CHAPTER 18 Sandy asks to be punished On our way back from dropping Katherine at the airport Sandy and I talked in the car. She asked me if I planned to punish her for her misdeeds in are earlier relationship. I told her I had a few things in mind. She seemed excited. "Like what?" she asked as sh...
I had just finished showering and dressing, knowing he would soon arrive. I wore a silky white tank top with support under a light blouse, and a button down skirt. Buttoned to the bottom it could pass for proper and understated. If I left it partially unbuttoned, it gave a hint of possibilities. Higher and there would be no doubt. I went for partially butt...
Votes and comments help make a better writer and are very much appreciated. This is my first true BDSM story. Chapter Six - The Horse Whisperer Rebecca heard the Clarke woman speak and put the binoculars down on the dash. On her laptop in the passenger seat the WiFi feed from the farm office camera, hijacked by her bug, lit up the screen. Finally, Rebecca...
How long she slept, Kristy didn't know, but it was fully dark when she awoke. She lay quietly amid the silence, reflecting on her situation. She couldn't believe the impact that the past days was having on her. She had been forced to hold her former behaviour and actions up to clear, unbiased scrutiny and it was painfully apparent that she was not a pleasant...
September 20, 1754 I am barely allowed to rise from the bed any longer. When I wake, a root is pressed in to my hand and I am to eat it where I lay. The entity does not trust me any longer. It is keeping me captive and God help me, I love my captivity. Until you learn to be a proper wife. Until you learn to accept your fate as my chalice. I sleep sporadic...