*Doing the correct thing is good; doing right and confounding your enemies at the same time is golden* (Thank you Frontma for coming through again) (This one picks up soon after the previous chapter ends) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)...
*If you make one person happy, you save the World. Make a million people happy and you become a politician* (Thanks for Fortima's presence fixing so many of my mistaks (Oddly there is no sex in this chapter; just prepping for the next rollercoaster) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd lik...
I was sitting at the edge of the bed, working on something on my laptop. Jordan was laying back, her head on the pillow, alternately reading a book and watching television. Perhaps I wasn't paying enough attention to her. More likely, I had replied sarcastically to something she said. Possibly with a hint of chauvinism (I was wont to do that now and then to...
Rose had allowed herself to be enslaved by her master because he seemed so kind and caring at the time. He had sworn to temper her spirit in readiness for "the rapture" and committed himself to work her mind and body into a state of molten sexuality. She smiled to herself for a moment as she remembered his sincerity and dare she think it, his strange submiss...
Author's note-all characters in this story are adults over the age of 18. 'Girl' is the designation used for all female slaves, no matter how old, and the Panthers use the same designation to show their contempt for the whole slaving system. ***** Part One - The Trap The Panther girl called Snow reached out a hand and touched her companion's elbow as they...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
"Fool! It has been too long!" The demonic voice echoed round the tiny house in Chelsbay. In the living room, flames crackled, yet strangely failed to burn anything. Leicester O'Donnell cowered before the cruel entity standing there. "Mercy, Master... Mercy!" "NO MERCY! My children grow hungry. We gave you all you asked, and your paym...
Ben Quinn pulled his work truck up to the old cottage near the end of Fish Hatchery Road, and after the burly plumber killed the engine he looked out to the weathered home he was called to service, guessing that the aging place was a lot like its owner. Glancing at his retired father's ledger, in which he had kept meticulous records over the years, he saw a...
Father Gregory O'Malley sat up straighter in his leather swivel chair at the sound of a knock on his office door. He paused a minute to gather his thoughts and calm his racing heartbeat. Father Gregory was only 33, young by the standards of the church. He had come to Holy Innocents Catholic School five years before, and was now the chaplain and spiritual hea...
***************************** There are no characters in this story that are less then eighteen years of age. This story is a pure fiction. Any resemblance to any real person living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. ***************************** The next morning I awoke with the most erotic feelings. I was laid out on the big b...