The Throne was ancient. Just how old it was, was beyond memory, even racial memory. It was of a dark wood bound on both sides by iron and bolted together by glass nuts and bolts. The right hand side was straight and level, while the left arched up over the seat back at a forty-five degree angle. A rust colored fur pelt lay draped over the center and on it s...
One silly activity that one might find an Imperial Consort taking part in is paper sculpture. Essentially, with a combination of folding and cutting, one could make charming little shapes out of paper, and often in many colors. On this mild morning, Pollen Lady Kumi and Bamboo Lady Wen were happily sitting in the Sweet Carrot Palace's garden, in a gazebo. Th...
Dave and Susan begin a beautiful friendship over breakfast. "Nice to meet you Susan Jill Parker. I'm Dave. Dave Ryan," he said offering her his big hand. Seeing her up close, as if seeing her for the first time, he saw her bloodied nose, her split lip, and the discolored, puffy mouse under her eye. His hero, she took as much of a beating as she gave. Those...
Ch. 02: Positioned in Paris I left the station in London with only a faint idea of the English countryside. I had a brief sight of wilderness on my descent into the airport, but only a fleeting glance before it turned to gray cityscape. This being my first trip to Europe, I did not know what to expect on the train ride over to France. Our train had to go th...
One My husband had a complete aversion to eating his semen, or anyone else's. The first time I asked him to lick his semen out of my vagina after making love to me, he was quite annoyed. It was John who had encouraged me to dominate him, but he didn't want to do anything too icky. Besides which, I had recently put John into a chastity device and he'd be...
(A special thanks to Duchess Naoko Smith for editing and flogging when needed. Any errors, omissions, unsafe sex, or my incorrigible run-on sentences are mine alone.) * "Fuck... me," I manage to get out. And not in a good hot and bothered way either. Loose rock and pebbles continue to fall around me, a few unlucky ones making contact as I lie in an unorg...
originally published in BloodMoon January 2002 issue “You look lost.” Her head snaps around, away from the seething cul-de-sac down the street. Lank blonde hair that might be pretty--if washed and combed--slithers across her wind chapped face. Dark blue eyes widen as if with faint recognition. He’s not surprised. He’s been watching as she’s wandered th...
The roommate is up before I am, watching morning television, a cigarette hanging from his chapped pink lips as he loads the dishwasher. We're not supposed to smoke in the apartment but he does anyway. I join him on enough occasions that I'm guilty of breaking the rule instead of bending it. Almost a year now he's been this slouched, hairy, somnolent, depre...
40. Taking Out the Trash They were only a dozen steps outside of the office, so they went back inside where Henry and the girls were still in the meeting room. They were doing just what Mark was going to do, looking up New York City's trash situation! Internet search results revealed that DSNY's budget was over $2 billion per year to manage over 14 millio...
Starship Traveler: Chapter One: The abduction XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX The voice was deep and compelling, "Revekah, wake up." She twisted and mumbled in protest. The dream was too good to turn away from. She was making love to her husband. She could not remember seeing his face so clearly in a dream in years. She did not want to lose that picture in her mind again...