The tray was cold and hard. I could feel my flesh shrinking from the way it felt under me. A shiver stole over me and I felt my nipples growing hard. Of course, being naked as the day I was born could have something to do with the chill. I managed to recline like I was told, on my side, barely able to wait until the tray warmed at my body heat. "You coul...
Hi my name's Jim Sanderson, I'm six foot dead, thin, blond'ish and a Baker. At Thirty two I am still single, as was Pam, my twenty seven year old sister. I lived in a small village called Himpton at the old bakery, which I had resurrected with my share of the money from mums estate. Pam had bought a new house in a development about five miles away. Pam tend...
"They cannot make ya marry 'er, Tiernan. They will be cursin' you to a life o' pain and sufferin' and weakness." Rodor paced back and forth, his agitated steps echoing in the empty hall. The rest of the man standing shuffled back and forth, also clearly on edge. Tiernan, Lord of Egesa and Duke of Norvel, sat silent. He had been listening to his men grumble...
Madison tossed and turned in her sleep. He was there again. The dark man with an even darker purpose. He reached out to her with a hand that was little more than flesh and bone. She tried to run, but was frozen in place, terrified and alone. A skeletal finger reached out and touched her face, sending a chill surging through her. She woke with a start, her th...
It was 5:35 a.m. and I was sitting in a booth at the Village Inn. I was sipping coffee and waiting for Rachel to bring me my pancakes with a side of bacon. As I refreshed my cup from the pot on the table I was thinking on what had me there at that early hour. I was usually in there three or four times a week, but never that early. In fact it was the first ti...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes I need an Editor; no I do not want an Editor. Yes, it jumps around too much, yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's in the wrong category, yes it's too long, yes it's not long enough, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I su...
Dear Readers, Here is the next installment of the McKenna/Winters pack. Enjoy, KemMyst ********************** Nick returned to the compound with Lorna, Grant, and Rose. He was happy to note the bodies had been removed although they could still smell blood in the air. Darkness was falling. They went inside to the smell of food and Emily sitting at the t...
Okay, here is the next part as promised, and I have an idea for an editor, as this thing is getting massive, 96 pages in word. Though I can't guarantee anything, I will be trying to remove the single chapters and putting up a few sections of the story, after I have fleshed out some parts and made it flow better. If you are still confused about a few things,...
Author's note: I did not expect I was going to post my short stories on this site. They tend to be tragic, and Letters from an angel is no exception. It's strange, I want my short stories to be powerful enough to punch someone in the gut. They probably aren't, not yet, but I'm quite sure that there's a glimmer of profoundness in each one of them. At least...
NOTE: This is book 2 of a series about a submissive female, kidnapped and 'married' to three Norse god-like fishermen. The first book, Ægir's Captive, may be found in Nonconsent/Reluctance. While it always contained strong BDSM themes, I would not have presumed to place it in this category because there is nothing safe/sane/consensual about kidnapping your b...