He entered the room and stopped to watch her. The sheer leopard teddy left little to the imagination and a smile tugged at his lips as wicked evil thoughts raced through his mind. He took her collar from its usual place and moved across the room toward her. She watched Him as he crossed the room to where she sat. The look in His eyes told her that she had s...
I woke in the night and lay in bed next to you listening for whatever it had been that brought me from sleep to consciousness. Around me, the house was quiet, the white noise of night sounds a barely audible suss in the darkness. I knew you were asleep next to me; I could feel the soft warmth of your presence that told me you were still in our bed and hear y...
"Kneel, please." My voice was soft; I never needed to raise it. Katarine dropped to her knees, eyes downcast, a model of obedience. She was well trained to my moods and knew when a little resistance was warranted; this was not one of those times. She knew she had overstepped her privileges; she didn't know that I knew, nor what I had in store for her. My h...
Warmth. She awoke to the feel of another body pressed to hers, their bare skin united together beneath the sheets. "Mm," she mumbled groggily, arms winding about his sleeping frame. After a few moments spent this way, she let go of him with a reluctant sigh and slid her glance to the red, blaring numbers the alarm clock displayed. 5:43 A.M. Why was it so dam...
An Erotic tale from the Midnight Hours Author's note: This ongoing story will certainly not be to everyone's taste. It represents an attempt to combine the boundless eroticism that can only be found in one's dreams along with an element of the Supernatural. Judge as you will. Feedback is always welcome. Prelude: She was there again in my dreams. This nig...
The swishing of the wipers blades as they clear the rain from the windshield is soothing and comforts her mind, just as the warmth of the wool coat that smells of him comforts her heart. She feels safe and secure as she lets her mind wander on the drive to his house. She sees images of a rose gently kissing her skin and the flashes of lightning reflected on...
Araneae is a giant tarantula spider with a leg span of over 10 foot across and the top of his back being 6 foot high. He hunts for female prey amongst the many and varied characters in Second Life. This is one of the stories based upon his adventures on-line. All the names have been changed but I have used Araneae and Julie and my main characters. Julie...
It was a cool, grey Summer afternoon. Adeline had spent the day checking off items from the farm's 'To Do' list. In the stable, she spent her time scrubbing off dirt patches from Lark, one of the family mares. Adeline brushed one of the long, blond hairs that had strayed from her braid out of her eyes. Bailey was supposed to be back from his afternoon ride s...
I was planning on sleeping in Saturday morning but the obnoxious ringtone I'd saved for office calls woke me about 7:15. Still half asleep, I picked the phone up and answered. "Hello." "Goodman, were you still sleeping?" My boss asked in his normal stern tone of voice. "It's Saturday morning." I replied wondering why he'd care if I was asleep or not. "...
As always, I hope you enjoy this, especially with the leading ladies sorted out. Don't forget, a vote and/or a comment from you is a good reward for us writers! * I was in the video store. Rows upon rows of DVDs confronted me. The covers all shouted, "Me me ME!" With guns blazing, cars burning, bodies everywhere, either dead or not wearing much. Faces star...