Writer's Note: CONVERSATIONS WITH A MAGE parallels the CARTER BROTHERS series. Pat DeVallera has retired from the New Orleans Police Department and convinced Lucius Carter and Lucius' wife Astrid to tell him the truth about the magic and supernatural events that surrounded the Carters in the Twentieth Century. Events in this story follow those in MAGE AND...
Author's Note: This story is an edited version of an earlier post that was entered in a Halloween Story contest a few years ago. It really has very little to do with Halloween, which only provides the context. It is really about a mutual first-time sexual encounter that blossoms into lifetime love. I have edited the title and text accordingly. If you're a ro...
(1) I stood terrified and shaking, my hands cuffed, and an ankle chain attached to the ring embedded in the floor. In 1793, I had just turned 22 years old. My muscles were huge, having worked in the fields for sixteen hours or more per day. My former master had died, no grief there, he had been a sadistic man who worked his slaves like farm animals. He had...
"Hey Preacher," the voice coming from the phone shocked me. No one had called me that since my last days in Vietnam. Four years at home and still trying to get past those days. "Jim you son of a bitch, I almost didn't recognize your voice." He had to know that it was a lie. Not more than a dozen people in the whole world knew me by that name. "What the hell...
The days at the Plantation grew shorter and the temperature began to drop. We had harvested crops, canned food, mulched the gardens, prepared seed for the spring planting, and brought in more fuel and firewood for the winter. I stood beside Maggie in the kitchen, laboring away over the stove as we cooked for the fifty or so residence who we had come to know...
The reception was held at a nearby plantation restored to its original charm. Horse-drawn carriages brought honored guests to the front stairs, where an equally debonair gentleman promptly escorted each elegantly dressed woman to the ballroom. The plantation owner saw her from across the marble floored room, the chandeliers setting her auburn hair brilliant...
Come to the Plantation. A secluded, semi-tropical place cooled by breeze from the nearby seas, surrounded by deep jungle on three sides, a small lake and fields to the south. The high compound walls that lie around the fields surrounding the lake are more to keep intruders out as occupants in. Mountainous cloud forest to the north produces copious fresh wat...
'I'm completely infatuated with this man...' Gabrielle thought to herself. She wouldn't have been waiting there, like that, for him if she weren't. Her eyelids shut over her blue eyes, and she lay back on the sheepskin rug, feeling the soft plush of the rug crush into her skin, imagining the warmth from the fireplace was his body warming hers. She raked her...
This is stories about Female Domination of all kinds. It up to you how it starts and ends. The important thing is to figure out Location. The Choices are Ann Coulter High- This is a High school where bitchy women rule. The head Principle is Ms Ball-buster, a busty girl with black hair and cruel streak. The women outnumber the guys 10 to 1 and then to be pow...
The time has come for me to stop hiding. I must resume my nightly hunt for that which I crave. My name is Patricia Atkinson. I am a Vampire. A long time ago, I became one of the Undead. Yes, Vampires do exist. We live among you and no one suspects our existence. That's the way we like it. I live in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of the city of...