Rapunzel was not the maiden in distress you heard of.... Far and wide the story of a beautiful woman Rapunzel, was told to adventuresome princes. The tale goes that in a land far away a tower is erected with no stairs. To climb to the top one must cry out "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair" and down will come a golden nest of hair for you to cli...
Lisa White Feather set the bag she had been carrying down on the sidewalk in front of the ancient house she had inherited from her grandfather. The house was actually an old whorehouse from the 1800's. She reached into the pocket of her skintight jeans and pulled out the key. Lisa normally stayed as far away from old houses. She hated them. But she had her...
***Note to reader: This is a non-erotic installment of the story. There is no sex in this chapter. If you absolutely will not read a story without sex, I understand, the second installment will not rely on your knowledge of this one. I hope you all enjoy my first publication, the second is on its way. Comments and votes are gratefully appreciated (but keep...
London 1883 Eleanor Blackstone was quite excited as she disembarked from the train and took her first glimpse of the great city she had heard about all her life. She was here at last, the here being the teaming platform of Paddington Station. The bustle, the noise, the new smells seemed to over power her senses; it was nothing like she imagined. She found h...
"Now seeing that, what would a man think to do to you?" I asked her, standing at her back and looking over her shoulder at our reflection in the mirrored surface of the elevator door. She shook her head. She swallowed. I was unused to this trembling anxiousness in my wife. Normally, she was so self-assured. We were at ease with one another. But I had lifted...
Lady Reinbow was tending the fire in the LVL 8 COTTAGE, turning the logs so the embers underneath glowed red. The warm orange light warmed her face, highlighting her fair skin and fine features. Her long auburn hair was braided over one shoulder, hanging nearly to her waist. A loud knocking at her door startled her, making her braid twitch as she swung aro...
Submission wasn't just a job for Jackline. It was a need, a deep desire that she craved every waking hour. Submitting was an addiction which she constantly needed to satisfy. And even if she didn't have a collar snugly secured around her neck, sooner or later she would have find a way to fall to her knees before someone, worshiping them, grovelling at her fe...
She paused in the echoing hallway to smooth her hands along her knee-length corduroy skirt, blotting her damp palms and attempting to compose herself. As she worked up her nerve, two matronly teachers passed without so much as a nod or a sideward glance, intent on their lukewarm conversation and steaming coffee mugs. She tried to tell herself that she hadn't...
Drew pulled his collar up closer to his ears. "What the fuck am I doing here? Its fucking cold, the snow is blowing, and I want to go fucking home" he thought. His angst was not North East, Maryland, the little town he had rented an apartment in. It was his desire for home in California. It's not rebuilding a prison and doubling its size, all while its 110%...
I whimpered, struggling as I woke. I tried to roll over onto my stomach, but my arms were restrained above my head, my wrists tied together. My legs were in a similar predicament, stretched out as I lay on my back on the bed, my ankles bound. It was probably the first time my legs had actually been closed in several hours. I wondered how long he'd let me doz...