They call me the Huntsman, but my real name is. . . . Well, it really doesn't matter what my real name is. That's not at all the point of this tale. Two days ago—I believe it was a Monday, but I can't be sure as I tend to lose track of time when I'm in the woods—I was on my way to Riding Hood's house. Her grandmother was apparently gone and word was out amo...
Thanks to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for the attention to detail in editing the story. I hope you enjoy the story. Please let me know what you think by commenting. I'd like to know how your found this story ( was it a keyword search, link from another story or just something you saw on the front page ). * Karen shut the door softly and locked it behind he...
I walked in the house, hot and a little sweaty. I had just mowed the yard. It was a hot day in Texas, nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was what greeted me in the house. Amanda, my darling sweet, submissive Amanda was standing in the living room and she was different! She was wearing these leather boots that came to her knees, black leather bra, b...
I had eaten a weekend's worth of the wrong food -- chips, popcorn, bread, cake, you name it, if it was really bad for me I ate it. As a result of this bottom feeder behaviour I was ill, out of sorts and felt completely blocked up. By Tuesday I was still rough, so when Hubby came home I asked him to give me an enema. He agreed, even though he was in sort of...
As always thanks to my editor CheerSmartie_526 for tweaking the story. Note -- This series started out in the Loving Wives category, but it wasn't a good fit ( this is the 2nd story in the series ). Hopefully it is a better fit here. Enjoy the story, and let me know what you think. * As she turned her car into her neighborhood Karen found herself wonderi...
I owe a huge debt to my editor Cheer_Smartie526 for all the help with this story. It would have sucked ( in a bad way ) without her help. I admit the ending is week, I struggled to come up with something better but just couldn't. As always comments ( good or bad ) are welcome and I hope you will rate the story. * It was a pleasant summer evening and he wa...
Thanks to my editor Cheer_smartie526, this story was a lot more work that I thought it would be. This series is intended to be like a TV series, you can start on any story and it should make sense, but is better if you start from the begining. That said, this one is closely tied to the one that follows it. Enjoy the story. Brad glanced around the hotel...
All of the torches and oil lamps in Isabella's castle were lit up for the party. Exuberance and lust filled the air. The Mistresses and Goddesses were adorned in resplendent, sexy, tight fitting dresses. The naked male servants massaged their feet and served them wine and hors d'oeuvres. Isabella required that all slaves at the party not wear their chastity...
It is dark and light is stolen from the room we are in, save for the soft amber light of the oil lit lamp on the television. You stand before me with your riding crop in hand, gently tapping the end of it against your leg as you behold me kneeling before you. I am in black latex and the straps of shiny latex that ride over my shoulder neatly frame my bosom...
Chapter 6: Saddle Up The horse's nostrils flared as it launched itself over another jump. As its hooves pounded back down into the dirt they threw up dust clouds that quickly dissipated. The cool air of the brisk autumn afternoon made the horse's breath visible as it escaped its nostrils. Danger's cousin, Josh, was riding the horse, guiding it around the co...