Midday sun warmed the far wall. A small rectangular window provided sunlight sufficient to count the dots on the floor by. The prince didn't have many other options to spend his time on. He could either count dots or imagine how his mock trial and very real execution would go. Seven hundred and forty-six dots... seven hundred and forty-seven- The young pr...
Zack and I wake at the same time, his morning hard on pushing firmly against my stomach. My hand goes to it and I slowly jerk him off, he responds by trying to pleasure me. I stop him and make it clear that would have to wait until tomorrow, today my body belongs to Stacy. He leans back and enjoys the sensation between his legs; he orgasms hard and the cum t...
(On July 14th ever year the French celebrate La Fête Nationale, a holiday that here in the United States we call Bastille Day. It is celebrated with parades, period costuming and fireworks. Large parties with decorative food--blue, white, and red--also music and dance play a prominent part of the celebrations. This story is themed to fit that ... in my own o...
The fervor rises as a third prisoner is ceremoniously hoisted over the square. Drawn to this spectacle, Monica reacts as one of the throng, hooting and jeering as the ragged, emancipated men hang above them. The huge Master of Ceremonies bellows over the din, "Perhaps our Lord and king will save this child murderer from the sharp end of the guillotine". He p...
Faithful reader, I was well and truly depleted at this point; my day had been long and arduous. I decided to spend some time with the girl in conversation. I used my sleeve to brush away her tears, and again carefully removed the pear from her mouth after warning her to keep a civil tongue in her head. "So, Fine Bitch; now you have experienced the loss of o...
He heard her car pull up and rushed to open the door before she could even knock, eager to feel her touch. She walked in and smiled, dropping her things to the floor and kissing him passionately without saying a word to him. This was how they liked to begin. Her showing up to his hotel rooms and him being fully undressed by the time she arrived. This was ju...
Characters: Dahlia and Mr. Banks. Descriptions: Dahlia is a college student with long dark hair usually put up in a loose bun. She is shy, pleasant and professional. Mr. Banks is a skilled corporate lawyer, somewhat older than Dahlia, with buzzed white hair and cold eyes. Setting: The office of a three-lawyer firm. The secretary's desk sits in the small lo...
A breeze wafted in from the ocean, ruffling the pages of The Demon-Haunted World. I slipped a bookmark in and set it onto the warm, eburnean sands around me. Waves lazily marched towards the shore, only to crash and dissipate once they reached their goal, their rhythmic susurrus a natural lullaby. The scent of the tropical sea surrounded me with a brisk, bri...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ******************************** As I enter your bedroom I see the box on your bedside table. THE box. My face flushes. You are at your makeup table, che...
The First of the Three Spirits I snapped awake, my eyes wide, staring into the darkness. Something had awakened me - but what? I seemed to remember, as in the fading remnants of a dream, the sound of bells... jingle bells, which might have made sense; it was Christmas Eve, after all... ...were it not for the fact that it was 2 AM on Christmas Eve, and a...