The Earl of Crawford, known as Hunter, was so wealthy that he idled his time away in leisurely pursuits. His huge, dominating castle cast a black shadow over the vast, rolling fields of northern Scotland, where his serfs worked from dawn till dusk tilling the fields. He ruled as far as the eye could see, and owned every living thing within his borders. Due...
As children we all fear that little creak in the night, the feeling that we are being watched from the closet by something unknown. Our childish minds depict them as monsters. But as we grow up we come to realise that these things are make-believe, a fiction created by our minds to scare ourselves. But in my closet, there really is a monster. And it took my...
Author's note - This is just a quick scene but I didn't feel it really fit with either of the chapters around it so I'm letting it stand alone. There is a non-consent element to this chapter, so fair warning if that isn't something you want to read. This story is filed in Novels but is heavily BDSM in nature so feel free to skip over it if that's not your...
Lara stood in the living room, wearing a spaghetti-strapped yellow sundress that accentuated her feminine curves, also bring a radiant glow to her blonde beauty when she held on to a glass of red wine in her hand. She was hosting a party full of well-dressed guests, where her husband stole the show getting everyone's attention. The people were laughing along...
Everything happened just a few months before... Illegal slavery and trafficking had reached a peak never seen before and the American gouvernament was up to its neck with complaints for being unable to manage the situation and the resulting economical disaster. So nobody was surprised when she, the so hyped first female president of the USA, was forced to si...
She couldn't take him to meet her parents. After all, he was black, and her parents were 1st generation Chinese. They would never accept a black man in their house. But he wasn't really black, not a deep chocolate black. He was "high yellow" negro, a Mandingo half breed with enough white blood mixed in that when you saw him you may pass him for Italian or Ge...
She glanced at the clock on her computer. 12:32. 12:32? How was it possible that only 12 minutes had passed... incredible really how long a day can seem when cooped up behind a desk and, even worse, staring at the computer. Lord. She felt like screaming... screaming at the top of her lungs. Would anyone even notice? As she thought about it she began to doubt...
Loud steps sounded from the basement stairs, muffled somewhat by the closed door. Then the sound of a body being pinned forcefully against the basement door. Suddenly it burst open, revealing a brown bundle of fur stumbling back and trying to regain its balance. Another figure moved forward and quickly grabbed her, spinning her 90 degrees and shoving her unc...
The first time I saw Stacy, she was standing outside her house smoking a cig. Clad in tight red shorts and a clingy, white crop-top that exposed her pierced navel, she oozed sex appeal from every pore. She was busty with shapely legs and a round bubble butt. Her gorgeous, heart-shaped face was crowned by a swathe of glossy blond hair. A total babe. I star...
As you drift, finally, into a deep sleep, you find yourself once again in the same dream. It's the hotel room just as it was before—morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains. How did you get here? How did she get here? Your clothes lie on the floor next to hers, yet you don't remember taking them off. You are fully naked. As is she. How did she...