"Tabitha, honey, how many Tom Collins is that now?" The bar pulsed, but only gently so - it was far too classy an establishment to allow much in the way of raised voices or excitement. Well, at least, it wanted to be classy, but perhaps it was trying a little too hard. Raised voices were replaced by scandalously raised hemlines; and huge plasma screens runn...
The week seemed to drag by for John, being away from town was really tough when all he wanted to do was see Carrie again. Not just at night, but most of the day her image burned into his mind and it was really difficult to focus on anything else, like work. His boss began to notice and became increasingly grumpy with John as the week went by, but he didn't s...
"I have no compunction in telling you that whatever else you owe, silk, you are indebted to the tune of five hundred words," he determined, sitting down on the garden bench. "I love the feel of the damp grass," she intimated, as she walked across the lawn and onto the patio, her arms full of freshly cut flowers. "You know that sensation -- the cool, moist b...
Author's note: Here's Chapter 9 of "Pipit," the story of a beautiful but troubled submissive (also called Tosatsu) and the people in her life, especially her one-time rival, the consensual slave Emily (scene name Famula), Emily's young and naive Master Andrew, Pipit's friend Neko, and Neko and Pipit's "Daddy" Raquel. Pipit works as a professional submissive,...
I apologise for the length of this story, it started quite short but over the last year I have been adding and editing it and its grown quite considerably. Please save it to your favourites so that you can go back to it if you don't get to finish it all in one go. Please let me know what you think by voting on it and leaving comments for me and other reader...
Be advised this story is intentionally rife with POV shifts, misdirected adjectives, and other wanton misuse of literary convention. Please turn back now if such fripperiness gets on your nerves. Thanks. : ) L8. * The Adventures of Lionel & Sondra chapter one -- watching TV "Television? But you never watch television. And you know I don't either."...
Somewhere, within the storm, there was a sign. It wasn't much. It could be, and frequently was, easily missed. Unadorned, made of faded bronze...just another plaque stuck to the side of a deteriorating brick building, tilting a little bit to the left in its old age. The curious and careful reader would find Olde English lettering, scratchy and unpainted,...
A/N - My dear readers! Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me and this story for so long. I sincerely apologise for the wait between this chapter and the previous one; I really have been writing whenever I am able. I doubt any single chapter would be worth a whole year of waiting, but as with everything I write I have poured my soul into Part 8 and I sinc...
Hello everyone. Welcome back to my exciting world of the Ivanovs and the Loess Pack. I tried to stay away, truly I did, but the story just wouldn't be quiet. So many unanswered questions, and who would ask the most. The children would. So here we go once again. It's time to learn the truth. This story is a continuation of the She Wolf Series. Please read...
A neighbour helps out * 'Hello, Nelson how nice to see you. Come into the kitchen, I'm baking,' Stella told her young visitor. Nelson was eighteen, yet the wiggle of Stella's hips was interesting, despite her being thirty-six. She had a slim waist, largish breasts with hips to match, which swayed seductively. He stared at her heart shaped bottom, trying...