Special thanks to Ken Nitsua for editing this story! *** You'll want to know about the night of August seventh. It's all that anybody ever wants to know about. I always thought that people would forget, it was years ago, another life, another time. I always thought the world would simply move on. But the world doesn't move on at all. The world devours th...
It had begun as any other day but with one exception. she had a note from Him telling her to be ready for Him at a certain time, and to be wearing very little. she was intrigued by this. she carefully made herself ready and arrived at the appointed time garbed in a black silk that reminded one of ribbon. she quietly crept into His public room, quickly plac...
Violet sat upon a small clump of grass, she could feel the cool damp soaking through her pants but she didn't mind, she captivated by the beauty that surrounded her. As she had been trekking up the mountainside she had been in awe of the cloud held captive by the mountains side, it had been a sight truly to behold. But now within the cloud was a surreal expe...
This is a background story for one of my other works. In case the title doesn't give it away, this story is the non-incest version of "The Ceremony of Acquiescence - Incest". The Ceremony of Acquiescence. Princess Maria could normally see with her eyes closed. That was not to say that she had any special abilities or superpowers though. Instead, it was si...
Lily was captured once again in the array of art all around her. Her eyes bounced from one intense scene to another, captivated by the unknown, drawn to each piece for a new reason. This was her favorite room. Her fascination grew with each new portrait before her, and she couldn't help herself following the wall once more to its end taking it all in. Lily w...
Ryuku fumbled up the steps towards the temple. Thirty-thousand and fifteen steps. To any other person, it would seem sheer madness to put that many steps up a mountain to only terminate at an apparently dilapidated place formally used to venerate the Ancient Ones. The sweat dripped down her bosom, forming abstract symbols upon her shirt disturbingly similar...
It was my fifth night in Edmonton, a wonderful visit of exploration and adventure. Only a few days remained until my return. That departure loomed like an Abyss, for I would be once more separated from you. I watched you standing upon the balcony, leaning on the railing. I cleared the dishes from our dinner and watched the wind blow your hair. You were silh...
(Author's Note: I did change the tense of the story from present to past tense. I just find it easier to work with and what I'm more used to. This was by far the hardest story to write with the difficult balancing act involved. As with all of my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age) * He can't help but to smile at how compliant Angelique has b...
As the amount of exposed skin had increased, the level of verbal communication had decreased. She lay before me upon the bed, clad in only a matching pink bra and panty set emblazoned with silhouettes of svelte women. Sitting beside her, I wore even less: simply a small black thong-style pouch barely able to contain my obvious arousal. For several years,...
Your gift to your Master is obeisance Most attractive is your complaisance His gift to you, the knowledge, at your core That you are a slave, ever more. What begins as rape becomes a dance In ecstasy, you shall beg for your chance To be a woman, in his arms surrender His wants, his needs, forefend never hinder. What the free woman can never realize The slave...