The Queen of Mermaid Island arrived in the lagoon, accompanied as she always was by her two handmaidens, Thetis and Miriam, who had been a Greek priestess and a Phoenician trader's daughter in their long-ago-forgotten human lives, roughly three-thousand years ago. The two mermaid handmaidens were hardly aware now that they had ever once been women; their lot...
The weak light of dawn streamed in from a small opening in the thatched roof and danced golden streaks across the soft, dried grasses that padded the floor of a small beach side hut. The warm rays danced their heated caress over the sailor's spent body. The man emitted muffled cries and tossed upon the floor, the sound and movement rousing him from sleep. T...
The sailor's eyes fluttered open and he found his senses assaulted by a cacophony of sex sounds. His momentary disorientation was chased away by the hedonistic scenes about him; he was inside a wooden hut, his body surrounded by a circle of approximately 10 women, he lost count of exactly how many formed the daisy chain because it was difficult to separate o...
Part Seven - The Young Prince "Artur, now I am your queen, will I be different?" Miryamme sat in front of a small table, combing her golden mane of hair, her face reflected in a polished bronze mirror; combing her hair, combing her hair. Her doll sat nearby, its straw hair teased and pulled by Miryamme's nervous fingers, her restless hands. "What do you me...
Dedicated to a green-eyed girl from the Northwest. It had been such a bad day for Liz. Her cubicle at the newspaper sales office took on the feel of a cell at San Quentin. Her obnoxious co-workers had their "jerk-meters" cranked up to eight; a car dealer had threatened to pull his two-page ad because the paper ran a story about their little habit of sellin...
Author's Note: This is a follow-up story to Serpentine Destiny. While the events are briefly recapped where necessary, to allow this story to stand alone, reading the first story should make this one even more vivid. **** Aris finished tying his shoes and turned his eyes back to Tiassa. The Lamia Queen's huge, impossibly perky breasts were partially hidden...
A French Independence Day The cheering crowd still haunts my dreams. All her life she held her head so high; after all, she was of royal birth. Now it had bowed, to the blood-crazed mass of onlookers who once cheered her arrival. The guillotine had taken my queen, but not my devotion. The Place de la Revolution was stained blue from the blood of the nobles....
As night darkened the horizon, the jungle came alive with noise. Insect chirps. Howls. Hoots. Screeching from the tops of the trees. The air was rich with the symphony of the natural world. Zara thought about what kinds of creatures must be capable of creating such a racket, and an involuntary shudder of disgust trembled through her. She had met more than e...
As related by, Miss Irene Clearmont. This is a retelling of that well known tale. But, this tale is not one for children and those of a delicate disposition. It is a female domination, BDSM version that may strike some chords... The queen, the princess and her father have business to settle and the queen is going to get her way no matter what. Even if she...
More Servitude Maria was pondering how great it's been since she found Bill and enslaved him. It was such a wonderful feeling to wield the power she has over Bill. It was so easy for her to make him her slave. Maria can make Bill do anything she wants. Maria had a taste for power but craved more and wanted to see how much she could break Bill into a true sl...