Olga followed Crystal down a steep hidden stair. They passed through a long dark corridor and out a hidden gate on the side of the castle. The pale full moon shone down upon them as they moved about the boulders surrounding the north face of the keep. Olga was dressed in a simple peasant gown. She carried a bag with some food, a small dagger and fifteen sil...
***Hello all. I'm still self-editing so I apologize in advance for anything I missed. I think I'm a decent writer, but editing definitely isn't my calling so I ask for your patience. Enjoy!*** CHAPTER 16: Friends, Lovers, and... Necromancers? "My lord the king?" The king opened his eyes as he woke, once again lamenting the need to be able to rouse himsel...
Many thanks to Robbie for editing and improving this. ***** Greg obediently pulled out his cock and Erik quickly took his place. He pressed his cock head against Susan's pussy lips gently forcing his way inside of her. After being stretched by Greg's fat cock, Erik penetrated her easily. Susan enjoyed the new sensation of being filled with some thinner but...
I received a text from The Professor yesterday inviting me to stop by his house for a "little conversation". How he had my number I can't quite imagine, although it certainly told me that there is more to him than I would suspect. He is possibly in his late 60's, but you would never know it as he stays in shape and is not unpleasant to look at. I can easily...
Author's Note: This chapter deals largely with the power dynamic between master and slave as they flee the city. The next chapter, coming soon, will feature the dark deeds within the realm that they are journeying to 😊 ***** It was still three hours before dawn when they stole out the dark alleyway. "Come slave, it is three hours' ride to the gate. We mu...
He was an incredibly strong man. She watched him chop wood in the mornings while she drank her tea. The sharp shocks of contact between the axe and the wood created a rhythm that she found soothing. His arms were lean and subtly muscled, but when he chopped wood, his muscles rippled gently with every movement. She had only been here for a month, but she alr...
I lay there, helplessly bound, my body draped across the leather upholstered punishment bench. I was still held firmly down in the position that Gerd had chosen for his application of the three dozen strokes of the dressage whip that he had given totally without mercy, with obvious relish of his power over me. The eight sturdy leather straps were buckled up...
I CHANGING TIMES You remember me, I'm Bill. When my second novel made a modest splash, I was appointed to the writing faculty of a prestigious eastern university. That was not the only life-changing development of the year: my sister Angela and I stopped living together. It seems that her black lover, Sol, had wangled a job on the training staff at her coll...
Act 4: Coming To Fruition The ceaseless snow continued to flutter through the air as the day drifted by. My ability to concentrate was becoming increasingly difficult as my mind slipped into the outer edges of darkness, time and again. I needed to know what exactly Judy was looking for, what she needed, it was this passion that became my fire. As the thr...
***Author's note -- While not the first story I've posted, obviously, it is the first story I wrote a little over two years ago. I've not posted it before now because it is so long - 53k words (15 or 16 Lit pages). If you don't have time to read it, I completely get it. When my favorite authors post something that is more than 6 pages, I usually bookmark it...