"She's not an easy one to pin down, my Lady." Tira reported, nervously wringing her hands as she stood before Karandreya in the drawing room. Three weeks had passed - three weeks of discreet inquiries met with stonewalling, feigned ignorance, and rare tidbits. Three weeks of sleepless nights worrying that someone would visit in the night to politely, but fir...
The Players Introduced The house, such as it remains, is now quite far from the reach of any but the most determined. Those who made it their home are now dispersed throughout the world. Should you meet them, in bars or restaurants, or even walking down the streets of their new suburban climes, they will invariably deny the events I am about to relate. You m...
Rachel Quinn came from a wealthy family. Her father owned a large hotel chain, and her mother was a successful CEO. Together, they had amassed a large fortune, nearly two hundred billion dollars. Unfortunately, they would never get to spend it fully. On Rachel's 18th birthday, the two died in an unfortunate car crash. Rachel, however, was not heartbroken. Du...
Under Holmes' instructions I handed Miss Torrington over to the care of Mrs Hudson immediately on arrival at 221b Baker Street and she was helped upstairs by our faithful housekeeper. Mrs Hudson's disdainful look at my trousers instructed me that I needed to go to my room and change. Holmes told me to hurry up with a tone of despair and told me to call into...
This is a companion piece to "Locktober Already", which introduced Marsha and Mike and their best friends, Jan and Ryan and "Locktober for Mike", which was Marsha and Mike's story. While this story is written to stand on its own, better context can be achieved by reading "Locktober Already" first and then "Locktober for Mike", or, to get the backstories, aft...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years of age. ***** "Yes Miss Featherly," John mustered through clenched teeth. "Yes, you did pleasure yourself, or Yes you did not?" Crack the yardstick came down roughly on his bare ass. "Yes Miss Featherly, I did, I am so sorry." Crack the yardstick found its target again and th...
The "Mourning Dove" sailed bravely ahead of the gale, her canvas stripped to the main staysails and the spritsail to keep her before the wind. She labored up the rise of one mountainous wave to plunge heavily into the trough with a sickening screech as her timber bones flexed inside her oak planked skin. The loose ends of cables and sheets whipped against th...
This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Adult Video News Awards is to the men and women of the adult film industry what the Oscars are to the men and women of Hollywood. In recent years, the Urban-X Awards were created to celebrate the accomplishments of the Black men and Black women working in the predominantly White, and still quite racist, adult film industry. Even in the anything-goes world of...
Sunday, the day of the musical in which Billie's best friend Marianne sang a solo, was a whirlwind of activity. There was little "time" for Corky to be alone with Billie, or talk to her privately. They had breakfast, went to church, attended the matinee, met Marianne, had a late family meal, and finally Billie's parents drove them back to the city, saving th...