(No sex yet, just build up this piece.) * Cean rolled his shoulders and sat back in his chair, robe draping open over his wide chest as his fingers drummed on the table. He stared into the hallway leading down to the bedrooms, a smirk on his face as he imagined the look on his Bella's face at what he had planned for the night. Speaking of his little pet...
Author's Note: While this story fits within the universe of my others, sharing characters and themes, this story is absolutely stand-alone and entirely fictional. Enjoy. ----- My wife walked into the den where I was setting up the table for tonight's poker game. She stood in the doorway, silently waiting for my inspection. I counted out the last stack of c...
When I first started down the road of enjoying other men's wives, I assumed I was being used, willingly of course, for their fulfillment, be it sexual or, as I would discover, political. Reflecting back upon the past two decades I realize it was I who was using them. Many of the women I encountered over the years were seeking something, some unfulfilled desi...
This is an excerpt from a story which I wrote called "A Stranger At The Well". The story is a fairy tale, set in another time and place. Rachel is not a modern day character. She is eighteen, but naive and ingenuous, having been raised in isolation before she meets Donald, a more worldly and experienced person, who falls in love with her and marries her in a...
Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
The Original. Dear Sir.--The year 1886. The scene, a fashionable drawing-room. The time, 9 p.m. A tall, graceful woman, and a pretty girl of 18 or 19, are reading the latest fashion news. Looking at the clock. The elder of the two says, "Come, dear; It is time to dress for bed." One readily imagines the outburst of merriment with which the modern flapper...
We were twelve in our hunting party. As is our custom, we brought along twelve of our females to service us and to serve as additional bearers in case our hunt was especially fruitful. Our leader, Oldglans, kept us in the shadowy depths of the heavy woods at the edge of the savannah, downwind from the watering hole, awaiting the buffalope that would eventual...
9/27/02 Avril's diary- Friday morning Dear diary, Hey! It's my birthday! Yay! Happy Birthday to me! I'm finally 18! But that means I'm no longer a minor so I'm going to have to start to behave myself! It's been a long time since I've been able to find the time to stop and write in here. My dream is finally coming true, I'm able to do what I love and stay tr...
Remember, this is a multi-part story. Read parts I and II to get background. ***** Bedtime came. Blondie had won me, and he would get anything he wanted all night, that was the deal. He actually had the suite as his room, so he ran everyone off, Pramod sad, Baldy satisfied, and Glasses scheming about his turn. Once they left, Blondie wasted no time. He ha...
Tanya and Nancy Rapier, better known as The Rapier Sisters who made a name for themselves in the entertainment world after starring in a number of popular sappy TV family-oriented sitcoms and movies, were at one time seemingly sitting on top of the world. They had their own magazine (which was no longer in circulation), they produced and starred in their own...