The city was a lively place. Specks of dirt and foul-smelling mist hung in the air. Money jangled in pockets and glinted in the sunlight as a million silver coins passed between a thousand hands. The dirt streets had been either packed down into clay, or else churned into a slurry by day-old rainwater and wagon wheels. Buildings rose up to ten times the heig...
I chose a deliberately provocative outfit for the next Friday as Brad was due to pick me up from work to take him to his "floggery" up in the valley. I put on a tight red blouse which hugged my breasts. I was wearing a black bra with high uplifts. My only other outer garment was a tight little black PVC miniskirt, which hid a little black thong – hid, that...
It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to bred me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him. I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collare...
At eighteen Kylie was madly in love. Totally. A love that went with total devotion. Something that her lover saw before she did. Her was older. Wiser in the ways of love. Yet he seemed cold and distant to many. Some even tried to tell Kylie he was dangerous but she wouldn't listen. They had met at a party. The drunk and danced and talked. Well mostly she ta...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I'm writing these things like hotcakes, right? Shh, let a girl dream. About chapter two being on the Novels and Novellas category... I don't know what happened there. Maybe one of the comments got to me a bit more than I'd like to admit. Vicious :) But it's back to being in Romance, because I've decided it tis so! Romance isn't ju...
We ended our regular Friday nightclub gig at near 2am, the usual time with the usual bored, drunken crowd in attendance. All they wanted to hear were the oldies from the sixties and seventies and eighties, maybe a few early nineties songs. They would even get a bit surly if we tried to play something original or anything newer than those eight-year-old ninet...
In the forefront of his mind Peyton knew it all so much mean-spirited bunk, one more in a line of petty abuses freakishly tall Sally had to endure, but at the same time the lizard contingent that kept squalid house in some far flung synaptic bunker at the back of it all whispered what ifs in a low guttural whisper, suggesting several visceral scenarios & var...
This story is not for everyone. No real sex, just a little nudity. If you are looking for anything nasty or sexy – this will disappoint you. I suggest you try another story instead. For a few, this will be your style. I write for those few and I hope you enjoy it. ***** Catherine is my wonderful, wife. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and j...
It was only about six blocks from my family home. The rickety old place with the creepy old man who lived there. Everyone seemed to avoid both him and his home. The rumors were rampant of course too. He was a pervert, he had killed someone, it went on and on. Personally I never paid much attention to the rumors, nor to the house or the old guy who lived the...
This is purely dream based. Had it this morning. Potentially a five-part story revolving around a possible sociopath art instructor with a niche for dark arts and an African American student of his whose world slowly opens to his dark one. Mild degradation, non-consent, but eh, ehhhh, he has blue eyes and black hair; he can do whatever he wants. -----------...