I awoke with the memory of sweet scent and a chill wind against my bare chest. The rocky ground I had lain on was warm where my body had made contact. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I looked around the scorched surroundings, remembering how decimated this world was when we first arrived. I then realised that she was no longer with me. My eyes scanned the barr...
Watching the two women laying in repose at her feet, she cuddled into her own contentment, letting them rest as she sipped her drink, petting herself for the sheer pleasure of it, knowing she would find her arousal later, and knew the longer she waited for her pleasure the greater it would be. When she felt her passion rising, she called Lacy to her with her...
This is the fourth chapter of the Music of the Mind series. If you just picking up the series here, I would recommend you read the first three chapters to gain an understanding of the characters, and the forces at work. For those of you who have been reading the series and waiting for the sex, this chapter is the first payoff for you. I hope you enjoy, and a...
Harry's notes, Chapter 6: The last line of chapter 5 reads, "And then the world changed for both of them." To say nothing of how it changes for Oldman; no longer is he restricted to Harry's thoughts and comments; he will play a larger part now. I have an oil painting inspired by this chapter that I think would make good cover art for the book but have no id...
Topain woke the next morning, sunlight making him close his eyes again. He turned, burying his face in the pillow. His hand brushed over Trina's bare skin. Jerking fully awake, he pulled away. She stirred and then sleepily opened her eyes. When she saw him, she smiled warmly. "Milord," she murmured. He tried to return her smile, but failed. He stood up and d...
Hi guys... This is another old one of mine. I don't really have anything new because there's been too much real life of late. But I've received a number of PM's, Feedbacks, and general comments looking for information... So hopefully those of you who wrote me anonymously will get this. I'm still here. After the semester is over I'll put more out as soon as I...
Waiting for his orders always unnerves me. I never know from what direction he will come. Standing quietly, arms locked in chains, legs spread wide, chained to hooks in the floor. The blindfold is never a good thing. Hearing Master clink and clang metal sends shivers throughout my body. His touch comes softly, rubbing my shoulders. "Relax, little one, this...
Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Hamlet, Act 2, Scene II Words are my element, as water is to a fish, or air to a bird. Words are what I work with, by day as a lawyer, by night as a copy editor. Words have been in my mind since before I can remember. And they fill my brain like a rush-hour bus, with barely standing room be...
Liz couldn't quite place the time when she first heard about De-el, the myth of the wandering demi-god trying to get home. No, demi-god wasn't quite right, nor was super-human, or demon or anything really; his stories were of wander-lust, and freedom and sometimes straight-up lust. The myths and stories that surrounded him were at least consistent in their...
Well, after that period things settled down for a bit. The next thing worth putting down in this chronicle of naughtiness happened when Trish and I had been living together for nearly a year - it was late autumn as I recall. One evening, she came home from her office positively glowing and purring with self-satisfaction. I asked her what had got her so high,...