"...so yeah if you're new in town, I happen to be one of the experts on local landma..." Amalia tried to pay attention as the small town hick gave out his spiel. He tried to explain why she should let him take her for a tour around town... while his eyes remained hopelessly glued to her considerable cleavage. But there was something off about the whole situa...
(Readers, kindly note: The following is a maledom BDSM fantasy that depicts fully consenting women engaged in anal masochism, humiliation, and exhibitionism and includes mention of orgasm denial, forced orgasm, pee play, enemas, rimming, and cock worship.) Of Anal Concubines, Their Art and Tradition: A Treatise To my esteemed colleagues worldwide, respectf...
The Day After the Wedding I awake in Henry's arms, once again struck by how surreal my situation is. He is beautiful when he sleeps. Though I cannot forget that I do not love him, I can admit this to myself. The emotional part of me that yearns for my father has been all but silenced as I remind myself that there is nothing I could have done to prevent his...
She uttered a sigh as she moved along the busy streets, weaving her way in and out through the traffic of people. Clutching her briefcase in her fingertips, she tried to cure her feeling of being "routine" through a tiny hum which escaped from the candy vessels of her lips. He watched her from afar as he brought his cigarette to his pursed smile taking the...
A letter had reached the Abbey of St. Adelheid, the renowned temple-fortress of the Sisterhood of the Dauntless Rose. The contents of the missive were dire. Its sender, a distraught magistrate from a remote village near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Saxen, wrote of a putrid monster that terrorized the settlements around the shadowy wetland known as th...
The Changed made everything more difficult than things had to be. Like zombies, the Changed were creatures that eat the flesh of humans. Only they themselves were human. No one knew why or how the Changed became what they are, but we know enough to fear them. The Changed are humans with a stunted brain, or at least that's what I think. They can communicate w...
The Greybeards had graciously let Lydia lay our bedrolls out in the room off to the right of the front entrance, and even provided some partitioning screens for our feminine privacy. Just the same, I wanted to be sure that our "activities" would not violate these monks' sanctity, so I asked Arngeir about it. He assured me that the Greybeards were an order o...
Many thanks to Dennis for editing this story. * I had a feeling that something was different with my wife Caroline. Not much, but enough for a man who had known her for twelve years and been married for ten. Caroline and I, Lars Ekman has an average Scandinavian family with two children, seven years old boy and a five years old girl. We live in our own h...
She had painted herself white. As she stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring her handy work, she became vividly aware of the intense scent and gentle sting of greasepaint for the first time. It stirred something unknown in every inch of her flesh. At one point she must have been thinking Geisha? Suddenly, that seemed trite. Cliché. But now wher...
It had been a full year since Nicole was introduced to the world of female superiority and life had been working out wonderfully. Nicole had been a quick learner and excelled as both a woman and a servant. She had excelled at her positions so wonderfully that it did not take long for her to become a very respected and sought after submissive. Men adored her...