Author's Note: Thanks to my friend Ly for her great editing of this chapter. *** A week and a half had passed and Lizzie prepared herself to summon her unusual faerie lover again. She drank a cup of mugwort tea to open her energetic channels then showered using rose scented soap and shampoo and put on her favourite perfume, Tuscan Rose. She dressed in he...
Swallowtail is a novel that traces the narrator's gradual acceptance of submission. Previously: Following an anonymous coupling in an art gallery's washroom and after having met several of Dex's subsequent challenges, the narrator is given carte blanche. *** "I realize that I've been placing a lot of demands on you." Dex and I are meeting for a coffee. I...
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. --John Donne Wizard's Quest "That is all I can do for you barbarian. The venom from the wyvern bite will slowly bring your death unless you do as I have told. You only have a few sunrises left...
This one (and Everything Under The Sun) have been sitting on my hard drive for two years. Don't ask me where this one came from. But you may be able to help me decide where it's going. Just remember one thing: if you don't know what "futa" is, back away slowly. If you DO like this stuff (you fucking pervert), I recommend "The Sex Star" by Pinata. * I don't...
On the bus, running a little late because I'm disorganised as ever, I send you a message to let you know -- hoping I've not earned a black mark already. Earlier in the day I received my instructions; to bring laddered stockings and my suspenders. This is one of the reasons I'm late. I got rid of all my laddered stockings a few weeks ago apart from one pair...
After nearly an hour of packing I was finally ready to go. I sat in my chair, relaxing for a moment as I watched her sleep. The heat from the coffee warming my hands and throat, as I slowly sipped it. I was up earlier than normal, as I had planned a day for us. During last night's required journal reading I had learned she still had an unfulfilled fantasy....
She was seated on the settee, wondering what she had said the day before yesterday to upset him. She hooked her feet up under her ass as she leaned back and closed her eyes. Recounting the conversation they had. He should have met her yesterday at lunch but he didn't show. She called his office, home and mobile several times but all she got was his voicemail...
My head was pounding rhythmically against a car window on the side of the road in a state that was almost foreign to me. A set of fiery, intense blue eyes I'd only laid sight on in person not even an hour ago were staring at me while I screamed. I could hear cars passing us by, all anyone had to do was take a closer look to see what was going on and impose o...
Part 1 had three possible endings, though not universally popular with readers. I hope I make up for that in Part 2 by providing a different sequel matching each ending in Part 1. The first sequel is from Martin's point of view, the second from that of Sophie, and the third from Rolf's. If you want explicit sex then jump to the continuation of the second sto...
The darkness enveloped her car like a thick, black fog. Her headlights only illuminated about ten feet ahead of her and that was even with the brights on. She watched the white line on the right to keep her following the curvy country road. Lisa was going out to see him, her boyfriend, or was he her lover? Both names fit, but at the same time they really did...