Author's note, please do not feel intimidated by this being a long story that started in Romance. I feel even if you do not go back and read the first 7 chapters, you will still enjoy this possible power exchange. * The next three weeks were spent organizing Alex's books for the farm and reading everything I could about the role of a sub. The more I rea...
Jack threw the controller down in frustration as Kevin got yet another touchdown. Fucking XBox, he thought. Useless piece of shit. Re-adjusting his glasses and pushing the fringe of blonde hair away from his eyes, he glared at his friend. Kevin was the nerdy-type. No glasses, much to Jack's annoyance, but with mousy-brown hair and a shy disposition. He'd ne...
(Dedicated to my beloved Brett, wherever he may be, without whom this story would never have been written.) Chapter 1 The sky wept, washing the red rivers of blood out to the sea. It was once a beautiful land filled with green forests and streams of clear water. The sun once shone in a sky as blue as a robins egg. The rich brown earth yielded flowers of...
Introduction: The Spear & Plow Inn It was a long hot summer day. The wind-swept grain fields that lined either side of the road, formed marine-like swells on an open sea of yellow-tan. While picturesque, it offered no shelter from the bitter rays of the sun. Tyler cursed the burdensome sphere as he mopped the sweat from the back of his neck. The road came u...
Author's Note: Some scene's contain explicit violence and gore. * * * * * The entourage set out from the granite walls of The Majestic's stronghold towards the city proper. Six elite guards walked with weapons held ceremoniously before them and took flanking positions all around The Majestic's litter. Eight slaves covered in dark hemp robes manned the four...
So, want me to grant your wish? Well, wait, what I mean to say is...Hello. Who am I? You may call me...Shim. I am a genie, but not the kind you find in a lamp. No no, I was freed from those shackles decades ago. Yet, with all the power my freedom affords, I still most enjoy listening to the mortals around me and fulfilling their wishes. Granted, yes, most...
There's no underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story. ***** The young man Flavius resisted the two female centaur women who dragged him away forcibly, his arms and legs beating against their bodies. His chest was bare and fairly pretty, he'd been a fool and deceived by their claiming about a danger to their village. He'd been returning...
A distant place, elevated. A remote, craggy area of the Lesotho highlands. Summer is drawing to an end, and the first chill winds of early autumn are beginning to be felt. It is late evening. From the green, impossibly wild peaks, which appear as if titans have ploughed furrows into them, it seems as though an artist with otherworldly power has slashed grea...
I hadn't been expecting to see her so soon. Usually when people say they'll be over in a minute, they mean half an hour or so, maybe more. But as soon as I got outside with the umbrella, Blake was stepping out of a crappy little car and beaming a smile at me. "Hey, kid!" she laughed and pulled her hood up over her head. "Nice to see ya!" Her smile was bright...
Daisy is on her way to meet a client in the hotel. Technically she's a maid, but she supplements her income by giving blowjobs to guests. Her housekeeping duties let her identify clients. She snoops around, looking for the magic recipe: only one set of (men's) clothing, porn, condoms. If she finds this recipe she leaves a little note saying there was a sligh...