The multimeter's LED screen flickered as the probes connected with delicate circuitry. As the device detected abnormalities, hand tools were applied, cleaning, replacing, restoring. Making the functional the exceptional. Finally, the probes were withdrawn; the tool put away, the cover plate reinserted. I admired its streamlined form, its promise of swift jus...
This morning, Robbie stood at attention, his penis now in severe pain, pushing, pushing desperately against the unforgiving metal of the Thimble as he gazed down into Karin’s heaving breasts as she knelt, tapping the Thimble tip with a French talon. “You were supposed to clean this thing, Robbie.” Karin looked at the tip of the Thimble. She got very close,...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments to; James Lacy at the address in his profile. All comments appreciated. Things returned to normal in Mother Mistress's household following Susan's and Patrick's initiation into...
Chapter Sixteen – The Whore in Red. (edited) "Quickly, Mistress Layla needs you now!" Rose rushed into Elise's bedroom and threw a silky red dress down on the bed. Elise looked at Rose then put her magazine down. "Alright, I'll bathe immediately." "No, no! There's no time for that," Rose waved franticly at the dress. "Put it on!" "Alright," Elise picke...
(For those of you not familiar with my character Bridget O'Brien, perhaps a bit of introduction is needed. Bridget was an Irish tavern girl who became a vampire in the 16th Century. I've kept some of the vampire mythos, and changed some. The major change I made is that my vampires (Bridget, Robert, Ling, Thorfinn, Dominic, et. al.) are not automatically "e...
Disclaimer: This is for people over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction. If you are not into female led relationships, or male chastity, please do not read this story. You will not like it. ________________ Jane came home, late from work again. As she walked through the house she noticed how much needed to be done. The living room needed dusting and...
Bloodfang Chronicles: Dawn of the Beginning Chapter Two: Raid on the Bandit Keep Marching along the dirt path that leads to the town of Greystone, the assembled group of warriors and scouts keep their senses sharp, unable to afford an ambush. The one marching in front of the group, a tall, armored she-wolf, keeps a hand on the revolver holstered on her hip...
"I love to watch you assume control over him," Lisa whispered. "It's so erotic, so empowering." Lisa observed as Julia dismounted my cock and collapsed onto the floor between my legs, satisfied and 'unwound'. Julia faced her friend, still sprawled on the floor against the wall after her licking. Lisa watched her friend, mesmerized by Julia's confidence and t...
This chapter is dedicated to the memory of a very good friend, mentor and muse. You'll live forever in the memories of all members of the PTB, TDH and all the other boards you enriched by your presence and participation. Rest in Peace Franco "Lone Wolf" Breslin 1949-2006. * "What the hell is going on Craig? Who is this guy?" To her credit there was no pan...
Matti's mind raced as he packed. The young man, 27 years of age, and in his third role out of university, was being sent away to a conference for a few days in the heart of the Norfolk Broads. He was to accompany his older colleague Su, who as it happened owned a cottage nearby, and so she had offered to put him up for the duration of their stay. Not only th...