A special thanks to my volunteer editor BDSMBill. Thank You Sir for Your continued advice and encouragement in my writing. All rights reserved. Anastasia was a person with a self-secluded personality. She did not let many get too close. Those that did get close, she gave her all. The rest got her façade of a personality, at least up until she met Weston....
~Second Night~ Crossing the Dead From her vantage point on the steeple Sibyl could overlook the whole area. It was colder than the night before, partly because the sky was not clouded, partly because very little in this surrounding emitted heat. For more than five hundred years people brought their dead to this place. This soil was blessed by decay. Why i...
The following morning Sammy was in Mrs Pardoe's class sewing a plain white collar onto a skimpy black dress. It was a compulsory project. During their first term all sissies had to produce their own parlour maid outfit, and it had to be done by hand because Mrs Pardoe claimed exclusive use of the only sewing-machine in the house. Sewing was one thing he hate...
"Stop it, Marie-Noëlle. That tickles!" Spirella cantered ahead of her slender companion, who giggled as she bent forward and pretended to initiate another attack with the long feathers that adorned the harness of smooth white leather daintily padlocked around her head. "Seriously! We have many miles yet to journey ere we take our rest." "Yeah, enough wit...
Standing alone on a darkened porch in a town far from home, dressed to the nines as she knocked on a door of what looked to be a lifeless house, the only thing from her past that Jacqueline Montero could liken her present circumstance to was 30 years earlier when she'd been a small child out on Halloween, trick-or-treating. While there was no pumpkin shaped...
U2's Mysterious Ways is coming out of my phone again: My ringtone for Emily. I ignore it - just watch the waves crash on the beach until it shuts up. I take another sip of beer as the missed call chimes. I glance down at it next to me: Five missed calls. I'd only been here about an hour. StingRay's bar & grill was rather empty for a weekend. Maybe the heat...
Stan had on the wrong shoes. The wrong coat. No scarf. No gloves. And it was freezing out. And standing on the side of the highway in the slushy snow was getting old. Fast. But a girl had invited him to come down to Peoria to see her and he wasn't going to pass on the opportunity to "see" Lois. He had met Lois at summer camp where they had both been camp ju...
Author's Note: I realize I was a little unclear in my note about last week's chapter and wasn't sure how to fix it after it posted. Chapter 3 is definitely a sexy one. So if you're into that and skipped it because of my poor wording at the top of that chapter, check it out, yeah? This one is also a steamy one. After the ### is the first non-explicit chapter...
I had been perfectly set up. All the pieces fell into place, and I followed each part of their plan as if I'd had step by step instructions - all leading me to my current predicament. To set the scene... I am currently tied to a soft, red-leather covered bench. My knees, thighs, and arms are bound and clipped to the frame of the bench. I'm wearing a bright...
It has been over 3 years since Joe moved from his hometown. Joe got himself into some financial problems that made him take jobs that forced him to be naked in public. In Joe's mind, that is the ultimate humiliation so he moved away. Joe is a shy guy, not so much in his personality, but in his body. Although he is very good looking with a fit body, Joe rem...