*Wednesday* Jack's morning reveries were perhaps now his favourite part of the day. He replayed in his mind the epic session he'd had with Debbie before drifting off to a restful sleep. He also recalled them waking up some time in the middle of the night, and having a repeat performance, which started with them in doggie style (Debbie was particularly enthu...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
A commission ***** Hannah relaxed back into the comfort of the low leather chair, her Michael Kors handbag on the floor besides her, her plain white coffee cup on a saucer in front of her, her eyes scanning across the quiet cafe, looking for her friend, Victoria, who just a couple moments ago had been queued behind her, ordering her own life-giving drink....
I have an entire closet filled with nothing but masks. They're not generic. Each one is purely handmade and purely unique. Each one is also made to cover all of my face with a few ornaments to hang down across my neck. Bits of my neck will usually show around my higher collars and ornaments but I've learned to not mind quite as much. The person who used to...
Sarah opened her eyes and knew she wasn't awake. She stood on what seemed to be an endless plain of shallow, ankle-depth water. There was simply nothing to the horizons around her. Like most people, when finding they are in a dream, she tried to change it. She thought about being served steak and mashed potatoes by a young men's swim team. She imagined she...
"I'm ashamed," Allie said, giving me an odd look as we sipped our coffee. Thirty minutes prior, when she got up, she came out in her robe and we made small talk for a bit, avoiding the subject until it finally burst into the open like a balloon popping. I used all my persuasive skills to try to convince her that it was my fault, and since we had done it tog...
Chapter 1—Death's Call March 7, 1819 Yet died he by a stranger's hand,And stranger in his native land;"The Giaour" by Lord Byron His skin was almost as pale as mine, except he had blue veins running full of blood beneath his flesh. I could not have known if he actually thought of me as corporeal or as a malady of his senses. Regardless, we had spoken at l...
The next morning she wakes up well before dawn, Quell still fast asleep. Her womanhood is still very tender, though the shooting pains of fire don't burn through her when she moves. She eases out of her mate's grasp, quietly getting herself ready for the day without the help of her handmaid. The towel from last night has dried blood on it; she grabs a fresh...
Note: Thanks to all the readers who provided feedback on the Crash-n-Burn series. There was some good, constructive criticism there, and I have been listening. I probably should say that I'm sorry for the way it ended, with so many loose threads (but, to be honest, I'm not really). Some of them will be picked up in the future, but that story was about Cole a...
Author's Note: This chapter is written with appreciation to all my readers. Thank you for your support. It has been a wonderful experience, and I write with a passion I had not known before. To the best of my ability, I hope that there are no grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. Feel free to give your comments on my story. It is so nice to be able to eng...