Susannah shivered as the wind howled outside the castle. It had gotten so violent of late, she could swear that she felt the stone of the castle itself tremor. The cold, stone walls channeled the wind, making each gust feel like a spirit passing through you. In some way, the weather reflected the changing mood of the land. In the eight years since Jeanette h...
Two police officers were standing around the bar table. Their blue uniforms hugged tall, muscular, ivory physiques. They were in full uniform, having just come off duty and were asked to stop in for a drink. It was empty except for them as the sun cracked open the night's sky, and they just got off night shift. The owner was a member of their special group,...
Author's Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONAL storywith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL story. ***** I called Darby to confirm that Alan and I would be at the "White Night (or Knight") event at the hotel on the weekend. I had no idea what I was gett...
Fifteen years ago, I happened to find myself at one of those uncomfortable pseudo liberal parties in the hills of Hollywood where people usually went to get not-so-quietly drunk, abuse prescription meds and talk about endless unfiltered politics. I was there but for the good graces of my clique, a ragtag group of pirate Nixon's if I ever saw one. It was a vi...
'No' squeals Zoe's unconvincing protest. 'You CAN'T tell them THAT!' 'I have to' insists Rod with equally unconvincing severity. 'This is serious. The Truth Game demands absolute honesty, otherwise it defeats its whole purpose. Sharon and John have told us of their, erm... eventful sexuality, in arousingly intimate detail, so the least we can do is be just...
Jennifer completed the entry in her punishment book and filed it. She was just a few minutes ahead of the deadline time so there was not long to wait before Master would enter the punishments that she would receive for her failings this week. Punishment books are networked so that all club members could view the books of all playthings. If they wished they...
If Wilhelm Braun was ever asked to define the word patriarch, he would have said Grossvater. His grandfather epitomized the word, he was the male head of the family all decisions were his and as his grandmother's frequent bruises confirmed obedience alone was not enough, speed was also of the essence. Otto Braun not only invented the word patriarch but to h...
There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" Glenn called out. The door opened, and my wife Amanda stepped into her boss' office. She was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse above an equally form-fitting black miniskirt that crawled dangerously up her thighs. Her long black hair was wound up neatly in a bun. A pair of glasses sat on the brim of her nose that...
Meanwhile, Victor has completed his rounds, their patients worried about Adison's absence but happy with the visit anyway. He feels satisfied, and decides to step by the theatre to see if he can pick up his friends there to return home together. Thinking of the coming night, he is slightly distracted from his surroundings, a common occurrence in people mad...
Chapters 1-7 are somewhat self contained and describe Matt being rescued from a Midwest snowstorm by a family that turn out to be his soul mates, girls with lots of past life ties. Lots of spirituality and lots of sex. This was mostly written in 2005 and was posted in 2010. Chapters 8-13 describe Matt going home to the Northeast, discussing things with his...