NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
It was midnight New York time. The triple 7 had been in the air about 2 and 1/2 hours on its way to Heathrow. The flight attendants lounged in the galley reveling in the quiet plane and the chance to shoot the breeze. "Did you see that article about flight attendants in the New York Times?" Brittany asked no one in particular. Pam responded: "You mean tha...
Disclaimer- I do not own any copyrights to Strictly Come Dancing, or anything to do with the BBC. This is a complete work of fiction and doesn't reflect the personal lives of the people contained. This is Part 4 in the series. It was now 10 days since I'd helped Strictly Come Dancing Professional Amy Dowden live out her fantasy of having sex with two men at...
Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is of legal age. ***** I woke up in the darkness. There was a strange rumbling and the smell of antiseptic. I tried to sit up but my wrists were shackled down. As I looked down my body, noticing I had been stripped of my clothing, I saw my ankles were also tied down. I was surrounded by machinery and technology I'd never...
Sorry for the delay getting to the end of the part that is edited and I try to catch all my mistakes in this chapter. Sorry for any that made it through and i hope you enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We all got accustom to each other and found a balance in the...
The lounge was crowded, but it always was on nights like this. She glanced around until she located the table where her friends sat and then continued to scan the crowd looking for him. He wasn't in the lounge yet, which sent a twinge of anticipation through her body. She wasn't a patient girl and she was juiced up and ready to go. She was dressed in a simp...
It's my first day at a new job, it's my first job since I left university. I want everything to go well. I get up early and take a long, hot shower, washing my nerves away. I get out of the shower and because of the extra time don't dry off but walk around doing what I need to do naked, letting myself dry naturally. I go to pick my clothes for the day, wanti...
Note to readers: This is a sequel to "Tammy's Middle Aged Adventure," and some parts are based on actual events, other parts are embellishments -- I'll leave it to you to guess which is which. ;-) Enjoy! * "Got any plans for lunch?" my husband Jack asked softly, drawing my concentration away from the client proposal I was working on. His hands sensuously...
Author note: My wife and I were at her best friend Sherry's sixtieth birthday party, and the wine and spirits had been flowing freely when the subject of Sherry's new hot tub came up. She had gotten it a few weeks earlier, and as the conversation digressed, she mentioned, with a sly smile, that there was one particular jet 'she really liked!' I couldn't resi...
In the interest of discretion, let the reader decide whether this story is a figment of my imagination, or whether the account really happened? Fact or Fantasy? You decide. The truth shall remain an enigma. ***** Once upon a time, in a faraway place, there was a Dancer, a ballerina, a leading ballerina, to be precise. She was approximately 30 years old, C...