"Damn you David." was the thought in her mind as her eyes fluttered open. Hurriedly she glanced around the train car to see if anyone had noticed the involuntary shudder and the flush that now sat on her cheeks. "Damn you," but she had a small smile to her lips as she voiced her displeasure softly under her breath. Mind you, she reflected she probably had...
It is the middle of the last Ice Age, about 50,000 years ago. The Neanderthals roam the Earth, but co-exist with recently arrived tribe of technologically advanced aliens known as the Amazon. Aablar has captured a Amazon dominess and her acolyte and is now the object of a massive search. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 1. Aablar came from the Clan of the Be...
After 18 days at sea crossing the Atlantic from Liverpool this was going to be a day to remember for the rest of her life. A brisk ocean breeze blew Holly's golden hair back from her face as she gazed across the rolling waves looking for the gray sliver of land one of the stewards had told her would be Gibraltar. Oh yes, Gibraltar, gateway to the Mediterrane...
The first time I saw Winter she was riding Summer into the cold concrete floored antechamber. Winter was tall and thin and had shoulder length hair the color of pearl. She wore a noose around her neck that ran down between her jutting collar bones, the hard nipples of her flat chest, the blue veined abdomen and sharp pelvic girdle. The frayed rope ended betw...
Chapter 7: Pushing Boundaries This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is pure...
The Olsen 'family' Dairy farm had begun as a smallholding some two hundred years in the distant past. As time ground on most of the other local farms sold up to the ever growing big farming companies or vanished into housing development. The Olsen farm struggled on defiantly, slowly lagging further and further behind its competitors until the farm was only k...
"I know why you love it when I fuck your face," Nat whispered into her husband's ear as she tenderly wiped a tear from his face. "You love it because you're afraid of dying, aren't you?" she moaned softly as she gently touched herself, clearly very aroused by his deepest fears. "That's part of it..." Stan replied, his hands trembling uncontrollably in nervo...
There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who re...
The car door slams shut in the driveway as I run the comb through my long black hair, completing the preparations on which I have spent hours as I await my benefactor's return. It is ironic that even though I have spent all day primping, I am wearing almost nothing. To ensure that I remain free, my strategy will be to titillate him so that while I am his gue...
I walked into the donut shop, still buzzed from the most exhilarating sex session I had ever experienced. I have read over the years about torture of women on devices called wooden horses, but never thought I would have the chance to ride one in my own bedroom. My master spent an hour getting me turned on, teasing my nipples and clit, pinching and biting m...