"Nothing is simpler than to lose oneself in Venice; and nothing is more fun than to be in this labyrinth without a Minotaur, as a Theseus without an Ariadne's thread." Jean-Louis Vaudoyer Venice is sinking, so they say. The same They that mutter darkly about climate change and super volcanoes, but are reticent on the whole subject of exactly what We should...
The desk clerk made her way around the counter and then picked up the ringing phone. She introduced the hotel in a professional tone and waited for the reply. "Yes, sir." she paused, "Yes, yes there is..." she continued. Denna picked up her day planner, standing by the large sectional in the hotel lobby, she was about to leave when she looked up. "Are yo...
Day One -- Journal entry Starting my new undercover assignment today. This one is going to be interesting, I expect. I will be posing as a 18 year old girl at Miss Priscilla's Boarding School. The chief says there have been some disappearances of girls from there and although the girls show up eventually, claiming to have run away...he thinks there is somet...
Cosmina, Alexandria and Daniela looked forward to Saturday afternoon each week. All sisters, born just a year apart, they had always been close and growing up in a traditional Romanian family also meant that family ties were very strong, and they were true to their roots. All throughout school, Cosmina, the oldest always looked out for her younger sisters, a...
Author's note: Many thanks to mehiali for editing this for me and farechilde for giving me ideas. I hope you enjoy this story. If you do, please vote and leave a comment or drop me an email, all feedback is greatly appreciated. I'd especially like to hear from anyone who has thoughts on what I can improve, what works well or ideas they'd like to see me write...
Chapter 15 - Two Thanksgivings Mike and Ruthie stopped in Santa Cruz for smoothies before driving the final part of their trek up to the university. The stop and having a fruit drink improved Mike's mood. He did not exactly cheer up, but instead of being depressed he became more pensive. He did not want to remain in Santa Cruz, but Ruthie could tell that he...
Chapter 8 - A suicide Ruthie looked at herself in the mirror for a few minutes admiring how she looked in her new dress. She felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of having just worn such a revealing outfit in downtown Santa Cruz, but she felt even more excited at the thought that she now actually owned this dress and could wear it whenever she pleased...
“Without any variety of expression...She sat like the Sphinx waiting to be questioned and with always a vague reply in return..." Dante Gabriel Rossetti's studio assistant describing model, Alexa Wilding He was a young man, lean and wiry of frame. A mirror reflected the passionate intensity of his androgynous features, as a neglected strand of thick brown h...
I tied him to the foot of my bed. He looked so magnificent squatting there on the balls of his feet, his arms draped along the length of the footboard, bound by wrists and elbows to the top rail. His cock swelled as I ran each scented scarf over his flesh, teasing him wordlessly with the promise of silken pleasure. It was not long before I could smell hi...
I wrote this ten years ago, so it's long overdue for another outing. It's mostly a romance with only a smattering of sex, so if it's the latter you want, maybe try my stories in the Incest section. ***** Eyes closed, my nostrils wafted in long ago memories. "Dad!" I lifted my head from the bouquet, and glared at Tom. "OK son. There's no cause to shout,...