We enter the living room, and you notice that I have a Middle Eastern music CD in the CD player, so you know that I will be playing music for you to strip by. This is a source of pleasure to me, to see your body swaying provocatively and becoming slowly more revealed to me as the clothes drop off. You have mixed feelings about it because you enjoy knowing th...
(The events and people involved are entirely fictitious. The author welcomes feedback.) She was lonely…she had finally admitted it to herself. Her friends at work had been right. She needed to get out more, and meet people. But the reserved side of her held back. Now…as she sat alone in the back seat of the strange limo, she had to admit that there was a...
Drums throb relentlessly, a heavy rhythm that works its way into your head. No ethereal elven flutes this time, this was the music of the Karsh...war drums. The cavern was once again filled to brimming with the flashing black plumage of the Karsh warriors, no female or slave was visible amidst the painted masses. The drummers form a semicircle at one end of...
Early the following morning Peter eagerly knocked at Jennifer's door. He didn't consider 7 too early nor did he consider his actions unusual. After a long pause, while Jennifer inspected him through the peephole, the door was wrenched open. "What do you think you're doing?" Wearing a pale green dressing gown, with her hair tousled and her face showing that...
Fear took over Alex. "What do you want me to do? Just press the wires together and see what happens? I could die." "My patience wears thin, earthling. Make a stream of electricity to bond the two cords. "I don't know how!" he frantically said. Shyra placed her hand over her mouth; her body language suggested she was concerned with his lack of kinetic co...
To the Reader: You may have noticed that in our last adventure, our grim and lethally wicked anti-hero had his name spelled "Lazdrick" in the title, yet in the story that followed, the "k" was left off the spelling. I will explain this before our next tale begins! You see, in Dwarven tradition, ending a name in the letter K is considered a grim omen of misfo...
Yvonne Ibrahim is my name, and I'm a young Egyptian Coptic Christian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Last year I got kicked out of my beloved school, the University of Ottawa and enrolled at Carleton University. Why did I leave the University of Ottawa? It's a long and painful story, but I will do my best to tell it to you. May it se...
Ryan got home, cleaned his items and stored them. He checked his messages but nothing from Mistress Nora. He went to the chat room and she wasn’t there. It was 2 a.m. and he was seriously confused about the entire matter. He had thought she was pleased with him, by the end of the evening but hadn’t said a word when she left. Now he had no message and sh...
Hollywood is a city of secrets; behind its romantic façade they lie in the shadows awaiting the moment to spring out and wreck the lives of those who hid them. Which means that actresses with unconventional personal lives have to be very, very discreet – especially if they have young children and a reputation for wholesomeness to protect. It wasn't for tha...
The sun beat down on the expanse of nearly white sand all around us. The dune-like beach swept off up and down shore. Forty yards or so away, the calm Gulf of Mexico lapped at the sand. Our rented wave-runners were pulled up safely out of the tide's reach. Above us, the interior of the small island erupted in a wild chaos of thick vegetation, which was typic...