The rough carpet scratches my knees as I patiently wait, hands clasped delicately in my naked lap. There is a slight chill in the air, which does nothing to set my senses at bay. Like a lover's hand, it caresses my spine and raises the hair on the nape of my neck. I dare not shiver; somehow, I intuitively know it would displease Him. "Ah, little one, I see...
So many people see D/s relationships as solely about sex, about torture and humiliation. My view is different. The relationship between a sub and his lady is just that, a relationship. Both give and both take and, more importantly, both love. For me the gothic lady in leather, wielding a whip, rich and beautiful seemed as likely and as clichéd as it could be...
"Dark Shadows": The Soap Opera, the Horror Show The original "Dark Shadows" was a unique TV phenomenon. A horror show in a soap opera format, the program was a marriage of as seemingly disparate genres as could be imagined. The reasons the bizarre show succeeded, and how it expanded the horizons of both horror and soap opera, are the subject of this essay....
Context: After a particularly stressful week, My Harley was in need of release. Unfortunately, we were more than 500 miles apart, and we could not play. I asked her to channel her frustration and write a story for me. To tell me what she imagined would happen if I were there. In addition to being so sexy I can barely control myself around her, Harley has a d...
It was cold outside. The December night air seeped between the cracks in the log home. Sandra Jean Leone, a house slave, snuggled up under a thick quilt. She shivered until her body heat, radiating inside the quilt, warmed her little cocoon. She could hear the mumbled voices of the white Leone's thru the thick logs of the big house, laughing and celebrating....
The two women were in a dim book-lined office after hours. The executive and the scientist: each had a power the other envied. Both were beautiful, of course. Both made up, hair back and dressed well. Neither accenting their sex with their dress, both serious women. The scientist with thick-framed glasses, red hair and green eyes. The businesswoman blonde an...
Alya was just finishing up her strength training ritual for the day when the alarm went off. All marines to drop shuttles. She ran along the ship's curved hallway to the armory to suit up, and then to her squad's drop hangar. She hoped as she headed in to the launch pod that it would be empty, since the first marine at the ready gets point coming out of the...
Father William De Peirce returned from his ministrations at the local Presbyterian Chapel exactly as the Commanders Tower rang three bells. He was particularly pleased with the service He had conjured today, His sermon on the eternal torments of Hell had been visually stunning and the view of His parishioners quaking in the pews went some way towards slaking...
In my mind's eye, the scene was as lurid and downright perverted as anything constructed by any artist or photographer: a mass of golden curls, shoulders, thighs, tongues and pulsing cocks. The sound was a low, constant mesh of breathing and moaning, grunting and sighing: a languid, private monsoon, the air temperature to match, the afternoon world outside o...
This is the Earth, a year after the alien Xenomorphs have started infesting it, sweeping through our defenses like an unstoppable tide of death and destruction. Their anger is fuelled by their intense hatred for all species besides their own. Their lust for blood is ever consuming, as they devour countless worlds, not only for their resources or for new terr...