Dance of Passion Waves of Passion P03 J.W.Roan *** "Open up in the name of the King!" A fist bashed against the locked door, the sound vibrating through the air. Aquila jumped from the sofa, clinging tightly to the blanket wrapped around her body. Liet, however, seemed far less concerned. He rose naked from the sofa, stretching his arms above his hea...
It all started one evening when I was surfing the web. Well OK, searching rather than surfing, I was looking at pictures, gifs, movies of young girls, 18, 19, maybe a little older, nothing too weird. I was looking to feed my fantasy for young girls with older guys, guys my age, mid 40's. I'd had a few beers, a couple of glasses of malt whisky, and I had sett...
Alina gazed at herself in the mirror as she brushed her long blonde hair. It shimmered in the candlelight, almost white despite the warm tone of the room. She tossed her hair over her shoulders, skillfully braiding it until the braid reached her lower back. She then washed her face, and dressed herself in a pink silk nightgown. She lay in bed for a while, th...
The following morning I sat in a chair in the library with a leather bound copy of Little Women in my hand. I couldn't remember anything about the paragraph I'd just read, reread, and reread again. The words blurred together. "Katie, are you in here, dear?" Mrs. Donnelly stood in the doorway looking around the large room. "Oh, there you are. I have some hot...
With a little over a month left before my final exams and thesis defence, I was totally under Natasha's influence. She insisted that I keep up with my graduate work, and actually checked on my progress in some of my projects and classes. Just knowing she wanted me to be doing this made me work even harder. The results were good. I was headed for excellent fi...
Chapter 1 -- The Oldest Profession He pushes me harder against the wall as his cock penetrates me. My circuitry overheats as he rams me. My chest heaves against the glass. I can't move away from it because polycarbon manacles have bound my limbs to it. Warmth washes over my body as he rhythmically pounds me, strikes me, fucks me. Even though he's thrustin...
When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table... Dusk was dawning on glass panes of his window, smoke rubbing its muzzle, peeping from outside , streets following like tedious argument, ...every evening, it reminded him of Prufrock's love poem, more than 12 years has gone, him occupying this cabin, but today was to b...
Kima said it first. - "Taliesine? You ... you were dead." That was precisely what we were all thinking, as we stood in the blood-spattered wreckage of our sitting room, with the bodies of Cremyne and her cronies strewn on the floor. Syrava's broken neck was twisted at a grotesque angle, and her unsettling eyes were still open. It struck me that Kima ha...
Anyone who has ever been to Oak Cliff south of Dallas, knows that it is a very mixed area. At the southern end, it is very poor, and mostly black. On the north side nearer to downtown Dallas, there are some affluent areas. I grew up on the south end, and I'm not black. In the late sixties and early seventies, this was not a good thing. I attended Harrell B...
Chapter One Hundred Seventy: Sleep Like a Baby The rest of the day was better. We ate, toured more of the Castle, and met about a thousand people wandering the halls. A few were minor nobility from the Highever area just waiting for the banquet; some were staying in the castle, others in inns in the town itself, and a few lived near enough to visit for the...