Chapter Four - A Fresh Start Mila was glad when Sarah returned from her holiday. Sarah had been to Bali with two other Redhaven spinsters and came back fit and tanned. "Sit here and tell me all about it," Mila insisted when Sarah turned up for work. "But Mrs... but Mila, there is so much housework to do; I've been gone for so long," Sarah complained. "Oh...
Sunlight slit the darkness of the plane's passenger cabin open with hard white radiance when he lifted the windowshade. Dust stirred by the overhead vent speckled the broadening blade slashing in to cut away airline artificial night. He yawned and reminded himself where he was. There had been so many planes in the past months, so many cramped economy class s...
Author's note: I just wanted to say thank you to the people who have stuck with this story despite the lengthy time gaps between chapters, as well as to the people who have newly found this series. I am well and truly in the writing groove at the moment and the story is now flying along, so keep your eyes peeled for Chapter Eight in the not too distant futur...
My life is complicated. I live with my teenage girlfriend who is madly in love with me, however, I was scheduled to go out on a date with my girlfriend's mother. To make the situation even stranger, my girlfriend knew that I was going out on a date with her mom and she gave us both her blessing. You see, my girlfriend and I are in a S&M type relation...
Chapter Six: Vi "The people of the Weald keep to their ways, and rarely let outsiders glean any information about them for fear of exploitation. Here is what I do know - Wildlings seem to be made, not born. They can move faster and strike harder than a mortal man can. They come in all shapes and sizes, and may the Flame help us all if they ever get tired...
My mid weekday started like any other, hell, I work every Saturday and Sunday when the phones are quiet just to stay on top of my desk work and if the truth be known most of the time I'm not even sure what day of the week it is. Right on time as if scripted my assistant walked in to hand me the pile of yesterday's mail containing the usual permit approval...
(The usual proviso: This story is fiction. All persons depicted as having sex or in an erotic situation were designated by the writer to be adults, having achieved at least their eighteenth birthdays. All persons in this story are products of the writer's imagination, and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.) ***** Across the da...
Can't say I've been regretting' meeting Janet. I was plenty wary. Still am. Underestimated her though. Twisted, sure, but *needy* Needy in a way I've never seen. Need for revenge, I understand that. But she needed somethin' else too, needed to take something back. Voracious too. Took her up on it, but apparently not enough for her. She was coming to me for...
Slave training was degrading, physically painful and sometimes scary, however, I was assured that the harshness of my training was necessary in order to get me into the proper "slave mindset" before I was allowed to be sold at auction. Constant punishments had left me fearful of doing anything that might earn me additional spankings, whippings or other pena...
Author's note: This is the sequel to my story Claiming Khym. I hadn't initially planned to go further with these characters, but with encouragement from readers (thank you!) I realized there was more to their story. As with the first installment, I had assistance with the female perspective. A friend of mine (a Lit contributor) read drafts and fragments...