Gypsy stood at the door of what would soon be her new shop waving at Karen and Rebecca when they pulled out of the small parking area. Closing the door she looked around the large open space mentally making notes of what she was going to need to be able to get the business up and running. Grabbing her note book and sketch pad she walked into the back room,...
The warm, temperate evening closed in and daylight faded as the slave wandered aimlessly around the fairground. He had been here for an hour, as per Her previous instructions. A hoard of normal, everyday people; young and old; women, men and children jostled around him, happily, making their way to various rides and stalls to seek their own enjoyment and thr...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
> FIRST TIME Our adventures with Gypsy were the first of a series of red-hot, wife-husband-friend / 2 guys and a girl, MMF adventures. Like many of Jane's friends, Gypsy was a musician, a drummer in fact. You could tell by his stories, that Gypsy was the adventurous type. Like I mentioned earlier, Jane and I had been talking about having such a relations...
I'm terribly sorry for the delays I've been having, but it's becoming increasingly harder to manage to write and edit during each quarter of school! Chapter 15 has been started and I'm hoping within the next week to have it finished and ready to go. ~ Shadow~ * Gypsy closed her eyes, rubbing her temples to relieve some of the throbbing that had been buil...
7: Blood Prophecy "Aaron, looks like you need to go home and rest," Jason told Aaron. "Thanks. I am pretty tired," Aaron yawned. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Miranda has gotten a new recruit, so you've got the day off tomorrow. Relax and enjoy it, mate," Jason says. "Ok, thanks for telling me. See you later then," Aaron says as he started the car and...
Author's Note: This is the final chapter of this story. I recommend checking the tags before reading. ***** "I'm listening," the nameless gypsy said, head inclined toward Alisa, who stood, motionless in her tearing dress. It strained against her mammoth cock. Veins pushed between the slits, offering a glimpse at her pale foreskin and, lower down, her angry...
Gypsy woke refreshed for the first time in a long time but within seconds she remembered her resolve to find a place of her own so as not to disturb Caydn in his own home with her bizarre tendencies that'd always driven a wedge between her and having a normal life. He'd asked to view her sketches later that day. So far she'd not done a single one. So to ke...
Contradictions! The air, the room and the people in its warmth were surrounded by them. The room was quiet; the stillness belying the chaos that had been wrought by its inhabitants during the night. The sun struggled to peek through the early morning fog, the chill wrapping around the figure that except for a slight tightening of her arms crossed over her c...
It seems a bit strange, but you've promised me a surprise tonight and won't tell me anything more. You just walk around looking like the cat that ate the canary. I know it's a loaded situation, because you've said I would receive instructions before we left. So we sit here, acting like nothing wonderful is about to happen, nothing is going on, watching an ol...