Amelie smiled as Brigitte met her at the entrance of the castle. Though a little shorter than her, Brigitte's soft brown hair, bold brown eyes, lithe body and fair complexion made her look like Anne, Amelie's own daughter. The similarities ended there, however. Anne took to etiquette and decorum the way that Amelie took to swords and javelins. Brigitte certa...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Nobody tried to stop Foxy when she entered the viewers' gallery high above the auditorium. Either because she didn't have a collar and was free to do so, or because she had her rifle slung over her shoulder. It was strange, the stage was set in the middle with seating all around it with no clear path to reach it. Furthermore, although she could see Liddy, sh...
十五 "How about an app for buying a ghost?" Man-bun Matty asked the table. His hands were raw, red with scabs and rashes, but he was in good spirits, hyper this morning, decked out in a golden traditional Chinese button up shirt and matching baggy gold pants and open toe sandals. He obviously had no fear of the cold. Man-bun was sipping on a thermos of cive...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Please be aware that this is the third series in the world of the Twelve Tables. It is heavily set in the BDSM lifestyle of Dominant men and submissive women although that can and does vary from time to time the concept is constant. I am, as always, grateful to David and Kate for being my second sets of eyes. I hope those of y...
A storm was brewing on the horizon. Vast clouds of roiling black clouds, shot through with lightning and spreading a shimmering haze of blazing hot rainfall. I had a sinking feeling that even a torrential downpour wouldn't do much to the muggy heat of Doyen Prime. However, that whole storm had nothing on the glare that was coming my way from Lt. Amelia. Am...
Part 2 Twists Of Fate "Do you miss all that cat hair?" Barbie spoke seductively, as Washington lay on top of her. The amorous couple was making love in the Captain's bunk, with the glow in the chamber at a soft candlelight setting. Washington loved the feel of his wife. Barbie's shoulders were tender to his touch. Her breasts were large oranges that he lo...
Again special thanks to Editor Dave T, who for reasons, only God knows, continues 'the-root-canal- without-anesthetic 'like experience of trying to make my chicken scratch resemble something readable. All and any errors are mine. ++++ "Seriously? You are firing me? You have got to be kidding." My soon to be ex-boss was sweating a bit around the bald sp...
Georgia had always been known to be stifling in the summer, but even I was more than a little surprised at the string of oppressively hot days that had been plaguing us for weeks. Even throughout the nights the moisture in the air hung like a wet blanket over our noses and mouths, making it hard to breathe. The temperatures remained at a very warm 75 degrees...
"Why'd you do that?" I half sighed, defeated. "Well I got to thinking after you told me that shit about always running behind Jaquan; I got to thinking about how he was when we first started dating. You see, I didn't really know if I trusted him at first, me being a virgin and all while he had, you know a lot of "female friends" and all. So I was making him...