Author's Note: Law & Order SVU and its characters are not mine. They say there's a thin line between pleasure and pain... ***** Elliot's room was full of lit candles. And the weather outside seemed to be cooperating in what they had planned for the night. Hell, even their schedules were cooperative. It was a stormy fall night in New York and Elliot and Ol...
//Wrote this one over lunch to get it out of my head. This is a nod to Robert E. Howard, though certainly not at his level. As such, it will be somewhat formulaic and short, at about standard pulp magazine non-serial story (4k to 6k words) length. I love Howard's tales, and his women are often tougher and more practical than they initially appear – and that...
The email message was short and brief; just the name of a motel and a room number, with the words “7:00 pm Wed. ….. Bring your toys,” written beneath it. I felt a shiver run through me as I read the words. I carefully packed a travel bag with my dildo, vibrator and butt plug and put it out in the car that morning. All day, I could feel myself growing more ex...
The following morning, Miranda smiled with content as Clarissa and the ladies led her into a plush lounge which looked out onto a larger room through a two way mirror. There, on a bed at it's centre, lay the trussed and naked form of Lee Baker. Clarissa had her recline on a soft leather sofa while the redheaded Mimi brought a hooded male in on a leash, havin...
This is the first chapter of an eight chapter story. The total word count is roughly 32k, so the chapters will be rather short. The story is finished and I will post the next chapter in a few days. While the first few chapters could easily be categorised differently - erotic couplings - I put them into Romance because of the over-all theme. It will become r...
He'd never considered himself to be a naïve person, but when she opened the door he began to reconsider this. "Good morning, Jack." She smiled and dropped her weight onto one foot. The smell of her perfume seemed to embrace him, a mixture of the ocean and gin. "Good morning, Patricia." They kissed each other on both cheeks. She said nothing more and led h...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * My rich uncle Ken has three lovely daughters and a ruined castle. I have been friends w...
Elizabeth looked out the window at the clouds passing below, trying very hard not to plant her elbow into the folds of flesh overflowing from the seat beside her. Her mind flitted back and forth passing through the previous ten months. Ten months of chaos in her personal life, professional life and family. Ten months of challenges, growth and strides being m...
In the first part of my narrative I gave a full, frank and most disturbing account of the problem that had been laid before my eminent friend, Mr Sherlock Holmes. I cannot bear to write it again so, if you have not already made yourself aware of the incredibly delicate matter in which I was involved I would suggest that you first read Part 1 of this account....
The fire burned with a fierce determination against the hot humid air. It had managed to capture some of the colors of the spectacular setting August sun with its yellow and orange flames. William Duplessis shared his line of sight between the dancing flames and the ever expanding night sky. He hoped to be able to witness the Perseid meteor showers the way h...