Ariele shopped for weeks looking for the perfect outfit. Heels of black leather boots that rose above her knees almost to her thigh, clicked rhythmically on the light oak floor under her feet, as she made cat liked strides towards Alex. She swings the riding crop up in the air before she stops dead in front of his handsome face. Looking down at him she say...
Louise taken to the past by a vintage dress has been unable to refuse its demands. She has sought help from a friend but will it be the help she needs. Chapter 1 The solitary thunderclap rolled across the sky, unable to repeat and break out into a round of rumbling applause. An ominous curtain raiser for the heavy rain that followed but, at least no light...
Forewarning for this chapter: Again, remember Lucien is into BDSM. If arrogant male Doms piss off your self righteous feminine sensibilities, then this is not the story for you. Lucien never had a normal life. He was abused, he is flawed, he is Dominant (most times) and he's confused. He wants to do what's right, but he needs to learn what that is. He tries....
Prologue Sunlight poked through the cracks of the window shutters; glittering rays dancing across the tower room floor's cold grey stones. Fioraluna hadn't opened the shutters, unable to stand the sight of another perfect day. The scene would be the same as always—the tall grass in the field rolling and swaying in the breeze as well as the deep green forest...
"May I ask you something, Mister Fixxxer?" "Sure." "You still have connection within Thoughts Consolidated, correct?" "Depends..." "I would like for you to inquire about the individual known as Ember Burn." I smiled politely. The rumor connection Ember to TC isn't new... and not all that wrong; I just wondered why a schoolteacher would have need of his...
DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it......
The sound of heaving wood awoke her. Ginny sighed in sleepy satisfaction. Whatever the noise was, she was sure it couldn't begin to disturb her bliss. And yet another part of her was curious. Chase was up to something, she was sure; she wanted to know what it was. But to find out meant she had to abandon the warmth of the bed in front of the fire, something...
Saturday morning came and I caught myself looking out the back window for Holly's car. Constantly. Make a pot of coffee and glance out the window. Sit at the table to eat breakfast and watch out the sliding door. All the time, that constant buzzing in my head. And the voices. Or rather, the voice. It was Holly's voice. Layered over layer. All of them barely...
After Sally got back home, she dropped everything and plopped down on her bed, completely and utterly exhausted. Her phone beeped. Another text message, this time from Mr. BDSM; she still had the taste of his cum in her mouth. Although she had spent a good amount of time wiping up the semen he had shot into her, still traces of BDSM's load could be found...
Feeling self-conscious and dejected, I rearranged my shirt to try to cover more of my body, pulling the blanket on Steven's bed up over my breasts. My breathing slowed and my mind sped up as I processed what had just happened. 'How did I get myself into this ridiculous situation?' I thought to myself. Here I had planned to come to Steven's tonight - or last...