Author's note: My buddy, The Wanderer, did a story based on this same song by Charlie Pride 'bout six months ago. His story is called "Crystal's Chandeliers" and is based in England ... giving it a totally different background. I'd been planning on doing this story for some time but he beat me to the punch! He graciously said okay for me to give it a sho...
Prologue: April 2003 My wife and I were walking our dogs on the hills above the village where we live. As we crested one brow, we could make out some wrought iron railings on the summit of the next ridge. Vanessa said: “That must be the airman’s grave. Let’s take a look.” So we did. Whoever chose this spot had chosen well. Below us the village slumbered in...
This is a continuation of my earlier story 'Prologue Ch. 02' It was 1:30 on Wednesday -- the time slave jim had been ordered to appear at Goddess Veronica's home to execute the slave contract and give the Goddess ownership of him. He had made the changes required in the written contract and had emailed it to Goddess Veronica. She had replied it was acceptab...
You know those times when you tell yourself you have to do something as soon as possible, and then you mentally keep shifting "as possible" back and back, so that you can procrastinate while staying resolute in your own mind? Maybe that's just me. I know that I played the same mental tricks on myself when trying to ask out Cathy Chu in high school (I never d...
"We have the same name," Lindie Nicholson said. "Not quite," Wyatt said to the young woman in his small office. "Same basic pronunciation, different spelling. Mine is spelled N-i-c-h-e-l-s-e-n." "You mean we're not related?" She turned down her sensuous mouth in a faux frown. He knew she was jerking his chain. "Afraid not." Twenty-nine year old Wyatt...
Part 1 The first time I spent an evening with Lily, it wasn't by choice. People didn't really choose to hang out with Lily. She was a stuck-up brat from an all-girls school who liked to talk, at a speed faster than human hearing could keep up with, about numerous posh friends of hers that no-one had ever met. Plus, listening to her sing was a painful experi...
Chapter 6: Lacie's First Morning Lacie woke to the sun gently shining on her face. Stretching luxuriously, Lacie gently groaned, feeling the soft sheets surround her shift as she moved her flexible young body. Ruffling her hair with one hand, Lacie sat up, her hand brushing something on her neck. Her fingers quickly traced the outline of her choker, making...
Note: To get to the good stuff in this story, you have to go through a little bit of fluff, as with most of my stories. Trust me, it's well worth it. More coming soon! Open Season Another beautiful mountain day in Montana. I had decided to come up again for deer season. I had spent enough money getting my out of state license for elk season, I figured I s...
My whole body hurt, everything, both inside and out, the pain had brought me agonisingly awake. I could feel the bars of the cold cage I had been thrown into, it had been my home for several months but the beating was new. The other sissies had turned on me, they might be 'girly' but they were cruel, Mistress Kayne had warned me that to disobey one last ord...
Chapter 4: Destination Nowhere © Sadie Rose 1999 (Gore Warning: The culmination of this story is 'still' [apologies to Laurel and Manu] a tad violent, so anyone with a nervous disposition and/or weak stomach should cut away before the last page. Sorry :I ) SIMON "Why didn't you fucking wake me?" Simon yelled at his boyfriend, and not for the first time,...