I make my way to Canal Street where a warm and dry bus waits to whisk me to Lake Pontchartrain where sunbathing beauties are the wildflowers I seek. I approach a ticket vending machine to buy my passage to a nature gallery of models whose artistry outdoes a painting on a wall. A songstress glides into my space with graceful ballerina steps. She is a petite...
To my Master, I wish I had the words to express all that burns within me as I sit to pen this letter from the heart. You came into my life when I thought that there could never be another man that would take what had been trampled beneath callous feet and turn it into that beautiful longing that only a slave girl can feel once again. You broke through my wa...
Chapter 2: In the Jungle, The Mighty Jungle The other members of the expedition were back in their camp, recording all the various events of the day in their own way. John suddenly came back in the large tent. They were surprised, they were sure he was dead. "Hello, everyone. Thank you for waiting for me." he said sarcastically. "Ah yes, well, how'd ever...
The Shogun rested in the bath closing his eyes. The steaming water was fragrant with the apricot scent of freshly harvested osmanthus blossoms. He felt his tired muscles begin to relax. The hours on horseback and the continuous battles were taking their toll on his warrior body. Around him, he could hear the soft shuffle of his attendants, moving as flowers...
The obsession continues. Just as I put down my copy of "Twilight", I was then desperate to get my hands on a copy of the next book in the series. I did so and was not disappointed. By the time you read this book, you are in one of two groups of people. You are either absolutely completely obsessed with the book and can't sleep, eat, or do anything until you...
Everyone knows the tale of 'Sleeping Beauty' the princess cursed by a slighted witch. She was to prick her finger on a spinning needle and fall into a deep sleep only to be rescued by Prince Charming's kiss. In 1983, Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure wrote a version of Sleeping Beauty turning the fairy tale into an adventure of bondage and humiliation....
The king sat in his golden throne in the Great Hall. It was a wide open chamber lined with white alabaster stone. A ruby coloured carpet reached from his throne to the double doors. "Gunrue! Come forward!" called out the king. His voice echoed within the chamber as it bounced off the wall. A young man with spiky blonde hair dressed in a red cloak entered th...
My name is Eric. I guess I am pretty short for a guy at 5'7". Um, I'm Hispanic. I have a lean and toned body, shaggy dirty blond hair and brown eyes. I may look like a normal college sophomore but I secretly serve the most beautiful and elegant woman I have ever met: Succubus queen, Morgana. When I arrived for our meeting, she was resting on her beautifull...
Ruby stuffed her arthritic hands deep into the folds of her warm Barbour jacket. Wind shivered through the bare tree limbs. With it came rain: icy horizontal rain that crept inside the snug shelter of her hood and pricked at her face. She gritted her dentures together and trudged on through the woods. Wet leaves, fallen on the ground, clung to her Wellington...
All persons in this story are 18 years of age or older. *** I was a popular girl in my class and had no problem getting dates. This was helped by my 36 D breasts, my proclivity for short skirts and reputation for heavy petting on the first date. I was leaving for college the next day and decided to get even with Jake. He had been hitting on me all school...