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,...
Copyright of Nanna Marker (lit ID ellynei) ----=(Femaron Braygen)=---- Student Majgen Rahan sat at her desk, intently observing the teacher - Femaron Braygen, desperately trying to understand what he was saying. This was at the beginning of her second year at the Mentariata - she was fourteen. At this time she was following several rank eight student cours...
For the next few days my mind was more than a little preoccupied. Every morning when I woke up, I inspected the fading shade of crimson on my bottom, then every time I sat down, the soft burning sensation that flew through the nerve endings in my backside reminded me of that night. Even two weeks later, when the colour had finally faded, the memories remain...