Note: This is a collaboration between me and a friend, Spriggz on here, and is our first time actually submitting anything online. Constructive criticism is welcome. daughterofBelial ~~~~~~ Chapter One Vivienne was a powerful knight gifted with beauty and a sacred armor that protected her from harm. She laid serene in a nearby lake off the road of a ma...
Part II The sacred behavioural modification altar The altar stands about one foot high, a foot and a half wide and two feet long. The top forms an arch four inches higher in the middle where seven triangular rotating oak spindles span the width of the altar, about an inch and a quarter apart. Both ends of the altar are flat and smooth; only the slaves bell...
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks...
Note to readers: enjoy!!! ------------------------------------- "Ok now don't laugh." Passion said entering Joshua's bedroom. The dress hugged her body tightly, flaring at the hip. The neckline was low but not too low, showing a modest amount of cleavage. The corner of his lip twitched as he fought a laugh, the dress was beautiful a deep green that skimm...
A letter addressed to Muriel arrived. It was from her father. She had hoped it came with good news. She read it in her bedchamber as she sat beside Vidar. There weren't any other people in the room. The letter didn't have any good news. For some reason, her father's clients were avoiding him, and most of his products had been either stolen or vandalized...
I happened to be travelling to Baton Rouge for work and heard about a new casino that was opening that same week. Hurricane Isaac was just blowing through, and I called to see if they had any rooms available. Due to the weather, the reservation agent told me, they had lots of cancellations. I booked a king suite for three nights. I arrived and checked in, g...
Monday morning as I left for work, I watched my wife Angie primping herself as if she was getting ready for a date. Angie watched me in the mirror as she smoothed lotion over her freshly shaved legs; pausing to fluff the tuft of pale pubic hair left adorning her otherwise shaved pussy. She knew that I loved the pride she took in her appearance, even on a rou...
Here's another one-off story inspired by Halloween. As always, comments and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy. ***** Samantha checked herself in the mirror. Her makeup was overdone; too much rouge, lipstick way too red, and eyes done thick with both mascara and blue eye shadow. "Perfect," she thought to herself and felt an excited little charge course thro...
You have to understand this: despite my lover's sexuality and beauty, she tends to hide her light under a bushel in public. She rarely wants her physical appearance to be the center of attention. It's a long story as to why this is so, and perhaps that's a story for another time. Suffice it to say that she reminds me of a line from the movie, Moulin Rouge:...
I Derwent Dashwood, 23th Baron le Despencer by line, retired Adjutant General, ranking member of Brooks Gentleman's Club and undisputed High Priest of the latest reincarnation of the Hellfire Club raise my arms and am unquestioningly awarded silence. Surveying the half-moon gathering of now naked acolytes it is difficult to remember that but a few minutes ag...