This is part of a longer story, written in November 2010 for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The setting is an utterly misogynistic kingdom (in a roughly medieval time) where sex should only be pleasurable for a man, and any woman who enjoys the act is weak and scorned. Slavery is practiced. Long hair is a trait of whores and temptresses, so all ch...
Copyright 2012 © Michele Christie Published by Michele Christie ISBN 978-1-909512-15-3 (3000 words) This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organisations or persons, living or dead, is...
Castle Lurroc. The ancient home of the Royal Family of Lurroc -- and currently unoccupied, though not through lack of bloodline. The gigantic behemoth of a structure sat on a cliff overlooking a grey-watered bay, its central tower jutting up as a tired grey-black pillar. Smaller towers surrounded the central tower, each topped with a sky-piercing spire. The...
This is the second time you have come to me in the night to ease the aching I feel in my chest and vanquish the longing for your warm mouth. Lying beside you now as you sleep, sated by my body. Your chest rising and falling slowly as the glow from your satisfied hunger still shows on your face. Reaching out to you, my cool hand following the outline of your...
A night of ravaging had left me sore, and my most intimate places too tender to touch. My Master ensured my disobedience though an effort to serve him, was punished and rewarded amply. He had conquered me as though I were a country to be sieged, and made sure I had bowed to him as Master body and soul. After I had declared myself as his and his alone, he bat...
Eight o'clock on a July evening - and you had been walking all day, stopping at pubs on the way, drinking heavily. And now you were on the Strand passing the ivy-grown church. In the distance across the waters the great red sinking sun flashed its rays. And there before you rose an old-style Methodist chapel. You thought at once of those early preachers thr...
WAKAIKI BEACH DECEMBER 1941 I was a WAC nurse stationed at Tripler Army Hospital. I went into Honolulu for cocktails with a couple of the other nurses that Saturday night. We went to the Ala Moana Hotel, the best gathering spot around. The other two nurses had dates, so they split off and I decided to stay for dinner. It was crowded, mostly military personn...
Mark is open. He is spread-eagle on the landing, his wrists bound by silk ropes to the curling balusters of the staircase. Two dozen candles of every shape, size, length and breadth flicker in the dark. A sheen of sweat begins to dot his skin. Diagonal shadow lines criss-cross his torso like the bars of a jail cell. He is naked, cock lying small and innocen...
Lord Alexander Marcus Blakely smiled in the dying firelight. Lady Ellina Belfry blushed prettily as the red light of the fire was captured in his silver eyes. Her hands moved down into his lap, and lightly outlined the bulge rising towards her there. The waistband to Blakely's rather fashionable leather fighting leggings was being untied by her skilled and...
Since every comment and email I've read from readers about part 2 of this opus asked for more, here goes! On your own head, be it - as I said with Part 2, you've only yourselves to blame! The story is still singularly unfinished, but I have ideas. We'll see how things go ... Give me the man – Part 3 The sun was tipping past noon when he entered the stretc...