This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2006 Warlord * I looked carefully into the drawer before reaching, in but there was no obvious snare. The drawer was completely lined in deep pile to prevent "hollow sounds" from rev...
The Perfect Pair, Chapter 11 (fetish, chastity, consensual, cross dressing, ponyplay) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy...
It was a warm Tuesday morning in September 1881 when Jared Brewster pulled in the reins to stop the buckboard. He was neither young nor old, neither tall nor short; but he was a man to be reckoned with. Lean and solid, iron hard body, calloused hands, face creased and burnt from long days on the range, a good shot with a rifle or pistol. Beside him was his w...
She came the same time every morning. She would enter the dark stable, her long skirt rustling as she walked. She never smiled and never said so much as a "good morning." She would ask for her horse and I would hold the reins as she mounted the chestnut stallion. She never needed help getting on the animal. She would throw one muscular leg over the saddle an...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
Abby spent the next few days exploring the surrounding country. She found Porlock, Lynmouth and Lynton taking the Cliff railway from the one to the other. Another day and Barnstaple, Torrington and South Molton were on her visiting list. She parked her car, and on foot explored all these places, thus discovering a most delicious Cream Tea in Dulverton, which...
This is a chapter from a novel. I penned this work a year ago. However, it has a certain charm. It's set in the 1820's in post Colonial New Jersey, where I grew up. I swear I know these characters, and actually they are local historical characters and I know where they are buried. I have played on their graves. Garrett Cortelyou was a Revolutionary War soldi...
Rega's eyes scanned his surroundings as he walked through the streets of Cerathia. Purloined coins jingled in his pocket, and he would often clamp his hands to his sides lest the sounds of gold be heard by men more desperate than he. The alleyway reeked of the stench of rotten offal. He cupped his hand over his mouth and squinted through the dust. His desti...
My life has been boring for a while now. I haven't had a good date in over a year- not that I'd ever had a great one. I'm a submissive and I haven't been able to find a dominant woman. That would soon change. I decided a nice vacation was what I needed. I decided on Poland as a destination. I would go there for a year. The main reason I went to Europe is bec...
(1) I stood terrified and shaking, my hands cuffed, and an ankle chain attached to the ring embedded in the floor. In 1793, I had just turned 22 years old. My muscles were huge, having worked in the fields for sixteen hours or more per day. My former master had died, no grief there, he had been a sadistic man who worked his slaves like farm animals. He had...