Author's Note: This story is for the Pastiches de Oggbashan Story Event. It's a retelling of Ogg's story Birth and Death. Caroline was a shovel and a few body parts away from being Victor Frankenstein. She could have taken up watercolors. A nice glass of powder blue water at her side as she dipped delicate brushes, swiped off the excess and filled in penc...
The red wolf had been watching, waiting and looking for a chance to leave upstream, but she didn't quite see the opportunity, not a long enough one at the poor speed that she'd be able to make. Lying on cold stone as she'd been the past two hours, and with her hurts, she doubted if she could just jump up and flee. She'd been afraid of the large one before. S...
"Blend and Balance Pain and Pleasure deep within you, 'til you will not want me any other way." -Tool -- Ænima Miranda couldn't tell if they still followed, but she ran anyway. Her heart nearly burst when they crossed the path on her nightly jog. They melded neatly into the shadows, and she hadn't seen them until she could almost touch them. Then one of...
NOTE: So in case anybody's not aware this story is super gay. ***** Tierl laughed softly and smiled at her. He had such a pretty laugh, it always made her heart melt. She wrapped her tail around his affectionately as he rubbed his forehead against hers. "C'mon Qa-La... We've got all day, don't we?" he asked, running his hand along Lin'qa's stomach and maki...
Theo Kojak glanced at his watch and then at the door to his apartment. He knew his guest, his lover, would be arriving soon and the anticipation was building. Theo had gratefully showered away the grime of his day's work as a Police Lieutenant in Manhattan South. Now he was just lounging in linen pants and shirt, wearing cologne that smelt of lemon and cedar...
C sat all alone. He took a sip of his cappuccino thinking it was the best he ever tasted. He immediately wondered if its delicious taste was because of its link to their unique marriage and the very enjoyable evening he was having with his queen, Jean. He muttered aloud, "For a cuckold, it doesn't get any better than this." Each time he moved, no matter...
Note from the author. This is part 3 of my ritual story. Please read the first two parts before this one. Also I would like to thank everyone who enjoys my work. I would have never thought anyone would like my story. I am a first time writer and haven't taken an English class in 20 years so please bear with me. And while I do welcome constructive criticism,...
I don't help me with all of her toy, or all of the time. I understand that some of them wouldn't react well to an 18-year-old budding dominatrix. And it's not like she's just going to give me her toys. What she is doing is teaching me the tricks of D/s, letting me play with some of the more open toys to see what excites me and what might not. So far, I haven...
It seems like I meet all of my play toys through some variation of the same: the old, a friend of a friend, of a friend, who knows somebody, who has a friend, who might know somebody. At least it seems that roundabout. Then again I don't look online, although I do have a few web pages. I'm only 18, but I do have a few "toys" in my "toy box." Plus I have Soph...
Writer's note: This is the third installment of the events concerning Eronemus. I endeavored to inject more information on the fantasy world in which he lives in as well as to build on existing themes. Hope you all enjoy it. Our story continued: It was a massive, heavy chunk of black stone, shot with veins of scintillating crystals. Arcane runes crawled a...