Part one: Mahmud of Ghazni It was 1007 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. Hindustan, which the British with their inability to curl their occidental tongues around alien consonants, and their arrogance as makers of history, would later rename India. And Christopher Columbus would set sail looking for it and rename Nativ...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I wrote this story when it occurred to me that there are probably male bimbos who go through extensive modification to make themselves attractive. I didn't know what to call them, so I landed on "kendle" after Ken doll. It's a dumb word, but that's the point, so is bimbo. This s...
Hello sailor, I know you're somewhere out there in the Persian Gulf, fighting the good fight for freedom, democracy and the American way, but I hope this letter finds you well. It's hard to believe that I'm already in my third trimester. You won't be home in time to watch your little girl be born, but she's already kicking. I can feel her. She's going to b...
Chapter Five: Darkness Three dark ink-spots appeared on my lower back. One for each of the tasks I would have to accomplish. As demanded, my first task awaited me in the Realm of Night with the Goddess and her consort. Each of the Olympians was allowed to present me gift before my departure. Ares, with his strong jaw and muscular frame offered me a suit of...
Be ready at three. I want you to be wearing the thin black leather collar I bought for you. The one with the delicate filigree silver chain. I want everyone to understand you are mine today. Mine to command. Don't worry about the rest of what to wear, it will be taken care of. Its time to go now. Our car is waiting. Was that hesitation in your eyes? You kn...
The one who loves you will make you weep." – Argentine Proverb The rope is soft and though it is tight it does not cut my skin. I can feel the blood pounding in my fingertips; it's rhythm like a metronome as the seconds tick by. The knots are firm and true; I imagine they were learned in your years on the ranches on the Pampas herding cattle. I won't test t...
The Bistro Pt 2 - The Long Night The drive home was long and agonizing. The words Blaise had spoken over lunch left me bewildered; yet aroused beyond belief. The past few months have been wonderful with him, getting to know him. There were times we sat on his couch, tangled up in a heap of legs and arms entwined, watching TV. Never speaking, yet our bodies...
I walked in from work and sitting on the table was a note, some garments, and A History of Western Fashion opened to the Greek page. Well, this will be fun. The note is written to a person in Greek, because of course it is. On it, it says: "I found you the closest approximation of period clothing. Please rinse off and leave your work clothes on my wheelchai...
Yes, you might say we're a bit of an odd couple: think Laura Bush meets George Harrison—except Cathy's husband isn't made of the same stuff presidents are made of, and I can't sing Happy Birthday without ruining the party. But we get on okay—as long as we don't talking politics, religion or country music! Sometimes it's a little disconcerting when I meet...
Somewhere in the unknown eastern hemisphere in the Indian Sea, beyond Mauritania and the Ganges, was a place that the ancient geographer Ptolemy called the Isle of Satyrs. Legends say that no one appeared on the island during daylight, but at night great fires could be seen and the confused and barbaric sounds of flutes and drums could be heard. The nature o...