Chapter Twenty-Two The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot...
This is an erotic fiction, however, the story line is take from real life events which actually took place though they have been embelished a little... Jane is a truly beautiful woman. She stands only 5' tall with a 34C-24-34figure. Her breasts, though small, look huge on her tiny frame. She has the face of an angel, framed with incredibly soft blonde hair....
This is the second of I hope many parts, many thank to everybody who gave feedback on chapter 1 (and voted!) and to E who has inspired me to continue. This is an ongoing story so I recommend reading chapter 1 first. ************************** "What do you think you're wearing panty boy? You seem to have men's underwear on today, not sure you count as a man...
Our story begins in a city under siege by corruption and greed. The dark society plagued by crime and violence. The city of Feronis prays for a hero to answer pleads for salvation. Perhaps the answer to their prayers as the cries are heard by the amateur crime fighter called Fury. But where there is light darkness is sure to follow, and lurking in the shad...
He can sense her in the room as he always does when she walks in. He’s on his knees, eyes on the floor. He knows better than to turn around and look at her. He’s not allowed to look at her until she gives him permission. She stands behind him, watching him. She loves that he has no idea what she’s wearing. And has no idea what to expect. It’s the surprises...
She shuddered as the sale went on, standing so venerable upon the block. Watching the bidders through her veil of red silk, she wondered what sort of owner she would have. Her last owner had been cruel, used her unmercifully until he tired of her, and cast her aside for another. She carried his brand, a tiny mark, which made her his property, to do as he w...
It all started with an ad - 'Dom couple seek curvaceous sub. She's 24, he's 32. Both tall with dark hair and blue eyes. Mailbox 34861'. Who knew where it would end up, but hopefully it would stop the constant power struggles in the house. Nicole answered the door to find a beautiful dark-haired young girl in her late teens, her eyes looking down in submissi...
Cathy O'Niel copyright 2006 I cup your chin possessively in my fingers, and pull you to your feet. I slip your leather collar around your neck, and clip on the leash. I see your shoulders shudder at the sound of the leash. I know what that sound does to you, and I never tire of seeing that expression on your face; that expression of lust, submission, and re...
She is standing in the middle of the room, in a long skirt and tight, enclosing bodice. Her skin is pale, so pale. She seems so small I could break her with a finger, but I know this one of old. Hard as nails and stubborn with it. And today I'm going to make her scream for me. "Stay here," I tell her. "If you move an inch I'm going to send you straight hom...
Miss Oatlash sat in a booth in Mike's Diner, drinking coffee, reading the paper and saying "Hi" to all the old acquaintances who stopped by her table. Since she had left government work to head the Foundation, she found herself on more of a 'brunch and tea' schedule and, consequently, rarely ate breakfast at the diner anymore. It was nice to catch up with th...