Beatrice closed the door behind her, dropped the dead-bolt, the ritual had begun. Slowly she undressed, hanging up her coat, placing her shoes on the low shelf beneath the few coat hooks. Then her work clothes, these formed a pile on the small table, naked at last she knelt, carefully assuming the pose required of her. To her left, the door, before her, the...
A short story that is partly true and based on various events that have happened over several years. ***** I had to sack my assistant today. Shame really, but he had to go. He and I have had a couple of good years working together. We have carried out decent renovations and impressive new build work on some expensive properties in our area. Consequently we...
A sleepless night. An endless shift. Then another. Finally, after three days he was there. Sitting in his usual corner, writing in a notebook, now and again looking up at her. The same as every other time, only now it was different. Now she knew. What he was writing, and what he was thinking about as he sat there, glancing at her with those unfathomable blu...
"Valentines Day is here," she said to her reflection in the mirror, she smiles as she thinks of the gift that she has bought her Master. She reaches into the dresser drawer and removes a gray brushed leather box. Opening it she looks at a single gold key. She smiles knowing that the key will soon unlock pleasures that until now she had never known. Looking b...
Newburyport: A New England Novel Of A Woman, Her Loves and Lusts Chapter I: Holly's Seduction It was another rainy weekend. On this dark and dreary midwinter Sunday morning Holly had cleaned the huskies kennel, finished the week's laundry, talked to her oldest daughter in Alexandria, and gotten more and more depressed. The past few weeks had been brutal. B...
Not quartering soldiers was a fundamental principal that America was built on during the Revolution. But one that Americans observed more in history than in practice now that more than 150 years had passed. It wasn't that the French seemed to object to their saviours' making themselves at home in ranches and cottages across the countryside. In fact, some ra...
Old Tom Bombadil did not tarry along the path, but ran straight home, over the water and across the field and on up the hill to a house twinkling with candlelight in the early evening. He dashed in, too eager even to remove his great muddy boots at the door. "Goldberry, my love!" he cried, bounding up the stairs. "I have found you a pretty present." He fou...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** 19 year old Brooke took a couple of seconds and then hit send. She quickly flicked her cell over so the screen wasn't showing but almost immediately turned it back so she could see what happened. But nothing did. She continued to stare, waiting for it to light up but stu...
Hello readers. Let me get my usual blah, blah, blah out of the way and then I'll get onto the story. Firstly, art credit for the lovely cover goes to the talented Tinnies. Second, this story was started over on my Patreon page and I want to thank my awesome Patrons for continuing to support my work. The Patreon version of this story will be a chapter or more...
Only three things crossed Maria's senses in her captivity. The first was the muffled screams and moans all around her, from the women who had yet to be broken as she had already been. She didn't know how many there were, and with her head encased within the tentacle, she couldn't recognize the sounds of one from another. The second was the creamy, slightly...