So it came to pass in that golden age of heroes that many kings, queens, and oracles came to the same conclusion: monsters, be they from the land, air, or sea, would take tribute. It was King Minos with his terrible beast of a stepson who started the tribute idea, mostly because he was the first to demand it, and the yearly take became normal for the entire...
--This collection truly fits 'Loving Wives.' Lynn has never emasculated me and enjoys my submissive side as it compliments her desire to be in control. Neither one of us started out this way. This is a collection of stories, covering almost a decade, of how we grew from uptight/repressed people to where we are now, comfortable with who we are. Jealousies hav...
Sunday morning began with a lazy breakfast; the women were both up around 7 am. They stayed in their pajamas until after they had eaten. Lauren made omelets with Renee acting as her sous chef. They worked together very well despite being only the second meal they had prepared together. Lauren seemed to forget about her own "no contact" rule, accidentally bru...
Chapter 02: The Case of the Mischievous Coeds One of the easiest ways to get into trouble on the internet is to go someplace you shouldn't. Just like you would avoid a dark alley in a "bad" part of town, right? Except that sometimes you're trying to track something down and you don't even notice where you are until you've downloaded a file that ends up frag...
Hi, I'm Lorna, twin sister of nymphomaniac Laura, and it's my turn to tell you a story. Laura has promised to keep quiet whilst I write this so I can concentrate. So she's wrapped up in her duvet reading a book (probably something raunchy!). If you've not read about any of our adventures before, I better explain we who are. We are identical blonde blue ey...
Lord Winchester sat at his ornate desk and mulled over the account ledgers in front of him. As owner and manager of one of the largest estates in Northumberland, Winchester had to be knowledgeable in many fields. A good head for business matters was just as important as knowing which crops to plant and when to plant them or which stallion to breed to which m...
The pounding in my temples woke me, but I couldn't muster enough energy to raise my hands to massage them. The harsh light stung my eyes, even through their closed lids. My mouth tasted like a heard of elephants had paraded through it and each had stopped to take a dump. And my stomach . . . well, you get the idea. I had the first hangover of my nineteen-yea...
Walking up the wide carpeted staircase to his first floor bedroom Adrian was pleased that his room was in the annex rather than in the adjacent anonymous identikit modern hotel. The annex must originally have been a private house; Edwardian probably. Over the years it had been extended and modified in a rather ad hoc idiosyncratic sort of manner giving the b...
Mikhail was more nervous than any other time in his life. The guard that had halted him in front of the Dancing Rose was imposing, standing two heads taller and half again as wide with thick, veiny muscles. The guard opened the door and stepped in for a moment, leaving the other guard, a muscular woman, to eye him suspiciously. "Ye know," she said with a st...
On a moonless night, Roy drove on an unfamiliar back road in the woods. He was traveling home from a business trip and taking a short cut. He was so tired from his three and a half day drive and all he wanted was to get home and climb into his own bed. The sales meeting was a bust, and it showed on his nerves, adding frustration to his fatigue. His eyes clo...