Fairies don't get a lot in the way of formal education. We come into being more or less needing to know most of the things we'll ever need to. I mention this because I want you to be impressed with me when I describe the arc the cartwheeling form of my princess was cutting through the air eight or ten stories above the treeline as a 'parabola'. Shut up. I h...
Her relationship with Rhett was never supposed to turn sexual. The two had met when she moved to town and opened up her little restaurant. Rhett blew in one Wednesday afternoon, proclaiming that he'd heard she had good food and had to test it out himself. He was brusque and a little more than intimidating. After Sally's past with men, she was wary of the ol...
"Emptiness sets in Another night chasing ghosts Nothing fills the void" "I heard you were back in town," I heard the voice from behind me and turned to see who it was. The person I saw seemed familiar but in a different sort of way. She had grown up over the past years but still remained the same in a way. I smiled a small smile and turned back to my booz...
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...
Waves lapped at the hull of the cruise liner as it made its way sedately across the ocean. On the main deck, leaning against the rail, she stood; breathing in the fresh sea air with her hair blowing gently in the wind. Long, curly and brown it flowed down the back of a flowery sun-dress which outlined a very shapely feminine figure. "Good evening ma'am, ma...
Warning: This story tries to push the limits of submission. If you are not interested in humiliation and degradation you should not read this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblanc...
This story was written for Ali. ******************************* Ali blinked her eyes open as the sun shone onto the bed, and wondered for a moment if all that had happened the previous day was simply a dream. No, she could feel his presence pressing into her bare skin; it had all been real. In bed, beside her Master, the morning after, she thought back to...
Previously on The Ravens... Vanessa Vander (Fire Angel), Isha Hoang (Nightingale) and Cassie Sawyer enjoy their time at the clothing-optional Mermaid Beach when a fleet of warships from the neighboring nation of Baltusia is discovered heading to the shores of Xenobia. Matriarch Delilah, leader of Xenobia, is alerted to the incoming invasion and summons the...
Often times life's best experiences aren't planned, but rather are products of luck and taking advantage of opportunities as they arise. I have a friend from college who operates an up and coming club in Vegas. Our friendship has always been odd on the surface; In college I was the studious one while he pretty much majored in partying. We found common groun...
Kate and I have shared many fantasies over our years of marriage, we've managed recently to fulfil several and we're looking forward to fulfil more. But in the meantime, Kate wanted me to share a few with you. Her first fantasy shared was 'My Wife's Fantasies – The Hen Night' and to get the best from this story you'd benefit from reading it before reading...