Sammy had heard about the gallery from a friend of a friend, who had heard from someone else, and so on. In the end, she googled the name, and went to visit that Saturday. It was a small place in what looked like it was once a warehouse. Unfortunately, when she got there, the lights were off and the door was locked. As she was getting back into her car she h...
I could only see her outline as she sat on my car's hood. There was no moon in the sky and I could only see her profile. Her body was perfect, her breasts just catching hints of light form distant farmyards, her nipples almost seeming to glisten in the faint light. It was cool enough that her nipples were nice and erect. I could see the contours of her sto...
The world around me is dark and the world is silent. Wrapped in the tight hugging embrace of my prison. My skin tingles and my brain burns with lust, desire and a hint of confusion. Where am I? The blindfold steals the light from my world with its soft leather edges. The ball gag pushes firm against my lips, tainting my mouth with the glorious taste of lat...
Dedicated to, and inspired by, the Goddess Nemesis The full extent of my desolation and loneliness begins to dawn on me. To return to these familiar surroundings where I have given loyal service over many years knowing that the person I have served has gone forever has brought home the trauma of the events of these last days. I am stood in the chamber of...
(A Thyrsus was a staff entwined with ivy and surmounted by a pine cone in the cleft at its end. It was used by those engaged in Bacchic rites.) Part 1 A cry through the heat alerted Marie to the discovery of something of importance. She looked up and wiped the sweat from her forehead and moved carefully over the gritty dirt surface of the hill. She slippe...
La ville de Fort-Sépia était un endroit sans histoire. Les jours et les nuits qui s'y écoulaient se déroulaient généralement sans imprévus, et le soir ou commence cette histoire ne semblait pas faire exception à la règle. Au milieu des maisons plongées dans l'obscurité, une seule se démarquait. Ses fenêtres allumées et les silhouettes qui bougeaient, sans pa...
Chapter-5: Into the Chambers of Abomination The others came-to, as if waking from a vivid and overwhelming dream, and found Lia unconscious on one of the many velvet pillows in the great chamber. Although groggy, they rushed to her aid, but realized there was nothing that they could do for her. It was then that they also realized that they were all complete...
The weather in Chicago sucks: the winters are cold and last too long, and the summers tend to get hot and stifling, but in between these extremes you get days in spring and fall when you can feel nature downshifting and changing gears and you feel yourself accelerating too, the seasons pushing you towards something new and exciting, somewhere you haven't bee...
It was a cold Night in Gotham. The snow was falling on the City and covering it in a soft white. Most of the Citizen stayed at home and only if it was necessary some of them left the warm homes. But some other used these night to make some Money. One of these Persons was Cat-Woman. She was on her way to the Gotham Museum of History. Her Contacts had informed...
You look at the two doors. Each door is decorated the painting of a tree – one painting has a soft willow those branches seem to sway back and forth, like a swing, as if they were pushed by a gentle breeze; the other has a withered tree, dry and leafless, whose dark, thick roots pop out of the ground ominously like tentacles of an octopus. You open your mout...