This is my personal homage to Georgette Heyer, the doyenne of romantic comedy writing. Of course, my take on the Regency period is very different from hers, but she has written very astutely and sympathetically about the equivocal position of secretaries, stewards, housekeepers and governesses in noble households, and I have unashamedly taken a leaf from her...
Flashback to the Ranch - Third Month Having finally caught up to my Club Latex subjects out at the ranch, it was a pleasure to relax. To be fair, since our 'conversions' I found most everything was now pleasurable, but our new digs provided an excellent place to indulge myself. The ginormous new Latex Lodge the girls had built was like a Viking Great Hall t...
Friday, October 30. 9:30ish. I say "9:30ish", but really I knew it was 9:23 pm, just like it was the last time I pushed back the gauntlet on my glove to check my watch. The TV above the bar said 9:27. God – David was such a flake. I nursed the ice-water remainders in the tumbler on the bartop before me. It was the last of my third, which was really more th...
Author's Note: While I am aware of current continuity in the DCU, I am not going to be slavishly bound to it. Thus, my versions of Supergirl, Wonder Woman, et al are my own, although I do acknowledge a debt to the works of Jeph Loeb, Michael Turner, Jack Kirby and others. Hope you enjoy these romps as much as I enjoy writing them. * Kara Zor-el rose from t...
Part 1 Athena dreamed violence: a blade slicing through soft flesh, the hot lash of a whip, and the slap of a spanking hand. Violence was the path to power, and power set you free. This was the code Athena lived by. It brought her strength and beauty, lovers, admirers, and slaves. A passion for power is what made her. At the young age of twenty-three, she...
Dedicated in equal parts love and lust to Whitney. * "Much of the Assembly is not please that you will be here." Chorus told me. Chorus isn't really her name, more of a job description, it is her job to narrate the rite, sort of like a Greek chorus, hence the name. Her hair is up in a bun, she is wearing glasses and a tweed pant suit. Somehow she is exh...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Author's Notes:...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
"Jess?!" Halle called and knocked on her daughter's door. Selina mimicked her, as did Kyodai. Melissa sat downstairs, kept there by the baleful stares of the other three. Jess ignored them inside her room, covers thrown over her head and hands around her ears. She didn't want to see any of them. A single glimpse and she'd be a blubbering mess. Of that much...
We were sitting in the living room, watching the game on TV, with Melissa and Ted, our two new neighbors My team was up at halftime, 21 to 3, so I was feeling very confident about the game as I brought in another beer for each of the four of us, but Mike was pretty down about the way the Chargers were playing. "They should be up by more than that." he sai...