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The Gambler

by DianaP on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

The Gambler The style was called "Anguish." It was the latest fashion rage—dress your woman in haute-couture, bind her in some minor way, and then hurt her ...just a little ...just enough to draw out her beauty. It looked sophisticated when it was done properly, with a light touch. This definitely was not the case for the contract-girl across the aisle. H...

Approaching Heaven

by Midnight Secret on Sep 1, 2017
First Time

1 Kelly grabs my front door keys from my hand and pushes past in the hallway, scampering up the stairs all excited, and by the time I get up there, to the doorway of my North London flat, she's already dropped her panties – they're lying there on the doormat like some kind of bait. Effective bait, too, they reel me in, my cock already hard as I scoop them...

60 AD Ch. 07

by Vlinder_Fawn on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

Denua gathered the women together ensuring the sling throwers were well armed; the archer's arrows were sharp and straight while they tested the strength of the bows. The women were all armed with both a sword and a dagger and Denua gathered them together. "Tonight we attack with one intention. To kill as many Romans as we can and release the hostages. No...

60 AD Ch. 05

by Vlinder_Fawn on Sep 12, 2017
NonHuman

Denua was worried. Utta had gone out armed with only a dagger and although she was adept at using it even she would be no match for the Roman Army. She was sure her friend and commander was dead by now. Making her way into the cave she found Zelda "I doubt you slept well sister" she said with a concerned tone "but I hope you are rested enough to join us in...

Sunday

by Louetta on Mar 26, 2019
BDSM

Today is Sunday. It's noon and I'm sitting on my steps waiting to be picked up. All of this has happened in only a week. At last week's college graduation party my brother and his friends asked me to do a scene with them. They wanted me to play a slut who would be crucified for her sins. This required a victim, hopefully young, hopefully physically attractiv...

Witch of The Burren

by The Mutt on Sep 25, 2017
Erotic Horror

Connor KilCormac staggered blindly through the thick tangle of vines under the canopy of trees as darkness fell and his life leaked out of him in great, red drops. The clash of iron rang in his ears and the stench of death was strong in his nostrils. His blood-matted hair hung in his blue eyes and his breath blasted from his open mouth in clouds of steam. Co...

Coming of Age Ch. 09

by whitesabretooth on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...

Promises Pt. 04

by Cromagnonman on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

Chapter 8 Trial Day 6 These people honour me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. They worship me in vain; their teachings are but rules taught by men.' Isaiah 29:13, Mark 7:6-7 Cynthia Mayotte's death dominated the news media. Speculation was rife that there was a connection between her death and the case in progress. Much was made of the f...

An Indigo Bunting

by eclare on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to Jim K for the fine editing work. Song lyrics contained herein remain the exclusive property of...

The Trident

by Willailla on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

(Age of Decadence) Lies and deceit leading on, the maelstrom swirls us back. We return to where we began. PROLOGUE: Mucia Faustina was seated on the third level of the amphitheater, the maenianum summum, the section allocated to women. On the roof above her the poor, the pullati, stood to watch the games. Fortunately she was in the first row of seats ab...