Abby is a normal girl who comes to possess a very unique gem. It gives her powers to reshape herself and those around her in any way she wants. But, as with any power, there is a cost, and in this case the source of the power is the energy of others. Abby walked out of the bar, into a warm Brooklyn summer Friday evening. She was tipsy, but still had her fac...
Rachel sat at her dresser, putting the finishing touches to her make up and admiring herself in the mirror. Her husband, Edward had told her he was bringing three of his colleagues back from work for cocktails and snacks in the early evening and she was making sure she looked her best. She had put on a red party dress over matching red silk panties and a b...
The cross she always wore was wrapped between his long fingers, dangling there as he watched her struggle in the chair. Her bound holding her down as he laughed at her, she couldn't see him but most likely knew he was here. He had bound to her to the chair while she was still sleeping, so she knew not who brought her here or why. Watching her struggle in the...
I felt the gentle touch of your hand on the inside of my elbow, and instantly smiled. It was our signal, and it always pleases me to see you remember your training so very well. you were telling me in the most nondescript of ways that you were there at your master's side. Standing just behind me, and waiting for the answering gesture of me pulling you into t...
So here it is, the last part of this series. This is more of an epilogue than an actual chapter but I included some scenes which might be fun to read. I had a lot of fun writing Amyla, so I decided that this will not be the last time she shows up! hope you enjoy, please leave a comment on what you thought of the whole series, I love readng feedback! The pri...
A sexual escape. A tryst. Le Cinq à Sept is the ability to enjoy the act of sex and companionship without the complications of being in love. ***** It had been a simple dream. Really rather unremarkable, except that he had been in it. Years had passed and although Kent had never disappeared from Emma's thoughts, she had carefully been able to suppress them...
Constance woke the next morning to the discomfort of something digging into her shoulder. She rolled, blinked, and sat up. A necklace was on the bed. She had lain on it in the night, and impressed its shape into her arm. The necklace was an inexpensive thing, a silver chain with a pendant of a flower in painted enamel. Not just any flower, either, but a da...
This a continuation of my previous story using content adapted from another work of Renaissance festival fiction I had been working on. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading. ***** The start of the work week played out every bit as awkward as I had anticipated and eventually veered close to disaster. Thea fixed coffee in the morning for us and outlined var...
Lak-Non, he just didn't feel like a James, had finally moved to the caravan and tents which had belonged to this James. He was currently sitting in a chair strumming a Gitturn and thinking about the last few weeks. Lak-Non knew that his arrival had tossed a massive stone into the pool known as the tribes. That had been obvious that time he had woken up and r...
Mary barely slept the night before. All night long she tossed and turned in nervous anticipation of what the new day was going to bring. She tried her best to sleep, hoping to turn her anxiety into sweet, sexy dreams of what was to come. Unfortunately, no dreams came. When six o'clock finally rolled around Mary decided that enough was enough and that six was...