November 20, 1754 My womb is swollen, and I know I am full of the entity's seed in spite of it's children sucking me dry of it after each brutal bout of intercourse. The days grow shorter, the nights longer - and I am still captive in my cabin though not because of my phantom lover. I am chained here by it's children, who coax me from sleep with gentle suck...
The moon was low on the horizon when Marc stepped off his front porch. Clouds washed the sky with shadowy grey, and the lonely streetlights were islands in the empty sea of his suburban street. His change jingled in his pocket as he began the steady jog which had become a part of his nightly routine. Dressed in tracksuit pants and a sleeveless T-shirt, his...
When I open my eyes I notice that the room is dark. I think to myself that my bedroom is never dark except at night, and even then it's usually illuminated by the moon. Confused, I turn to my left side and hit something warm and solid: your arm. It's once I come in contact with your naked skin that I realize where I am and what we've just done. Knowing that...
Valiantly, she struggled beneath him, her face reddening, her breath raspy, her eyes trying to roll back in her head, her chest heaving futilely, yet being chained to the bedposts, all she could do was writhe between his clamping legs and try to maintain her focus upon his gentle, enraptured smile as he dipped his head downward to kiss her painted lips while...
My hand in his hair is gentle, fingers dancing lightly over his scalp and down to his neck. He stares at me in confusion from his customary place at my feet; I almost laugh, knowing he must be wondering why I am being so "nice". Why does he wonder? I am not a nice Domme. I demand absolute obedience and compliance. There are no ifs, ands, or buts when it com...
It was late when you got home and I could tell you'd had a hard day. You looked tired when you came through the door, but you smiled your sweet smile at me, just the same. I hated to see you so worn out. You were always working so hard and the hours were long. I decided that tonight would be all about you. I wanted you. I wanted to feel your hard heat insid...
Clocks squealed the third hour, paling by comparison to his shrieks as they hoisted him up on the table. Bent in half, his restrained legs bracketed his head, giving Sunnyville's zombies access to every bit of vital fluid that he could produce. Nurse Eleanor Trabes crouched beside him, withdrawing several long needles from her worn dress pockets. Gazing at...
Mina's husband Wulf was at least a half a foot over 6 foot tall and 220 lbs. Thick arms. Broad chest. Muscular. A man's man if you will. As such he had an old fashioned desk, one made of a deep cherry wood, thick, heavy, quite sturdy and tall. Standing as high as his waist when he sat, it also had a very deep knee recess. Which gave Mina the naughtiest of id...
She grunted, a deep sound emanating from somewhere between her chest and her stomach. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Should I stop?" "No." She grunted again, shifting slightly. I could feel every perturbation of that shift right up the shaft of my erect cock. "Don't stop." That didn't answer my first question. I pushed, forcing another millimeter of my erectio...
The cool hardness of a wall at my back, pressing insistently against my shoulders is a pleasant contrast to the flushed and eager warmth of the rest of my body. Flickering golden light dances across the planes of my face, throwing one side then another into shadows and starkness, reflecting fire from my crystalline eyes. I shiver, knowing that somewhere, in...