Monika closed the door after her three girl friends had left for their respective rooms. The session with the two black strippers was something she had never experiences in her life. It was intense, arousing and even disturbing to her, whether she had been unfaithful to her future husband. The opening of the presents had calmed her down a little. She had r...
As interviews go this was probably the strangest and most gratifying I had ever attended. The qualifications required it seemed, were something along the lines of being young and cunt-struck, being able to operate a security/surveillance network and be turned on by the sight of old people engaging in various sexual escapades. Finally having the ability to be...
CHAPTER 1: An Impossible Sighting (-the Waking Sleep) The Tube carriage was packed. Too many bodies pressed against one another. The heat was stifling as the journey dragged on. I felt like I was suffocating under the pressure of the multitude! It was the usual instance of bored expressions and unfocused gazes as my fellow passengers lost themselves in thei...
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach. The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she...
Damn, she forgot her umbrella and it was pouring down rain like water out of a faucet. If she could just make a mad dash to the car, maybe just maybe, she wouldn't get too wet. She went for it. It wasn't until she got to the door she realized her keys were still in her purse. Cursing a blue streak, she fumbled around and finally got the car door open and slo...
Author's Note: This is my first story, though I plan to write many more in this universe. This universe and these characters are all original things created by me. Feedback and advice are appreciated. Maximus, or Max as most people knew him by, closed the loading bay doors to his cargo ship. He was carrying a wide variety of cargo over from Makeal, the la...
Charles was very wary of going back into the Maze that morning. After all, being landed in the middle of a major wartime operation was no small matter, and the effect still lay with him now. Even a crow scarer in the fields was enough to get him diving for the floor, and Sandra wondered if it had not unsettled him permanently. So it took some courage to sta...
"Look at him, silly old goat. Ogling those girls like he's eighteen." Sun-browned fingers scrabbled for glasses and eyes scanned the far side of the square. A half-smoked Karelia dropped onto the checkers board. They squinted against the weak winter sunlight that warmed their old bones and beheld the embarrassment. "I mean, those jeans for a start," Geor...
The afternoon after her initiation ceremony, Susanne was called into the Abbess Maria Anne's private chambers. She walked through the cloisters toward the abbess's chambers, and as she walked, the persistent clicking of the chastity device that was locked around her waist alerted everyone she passed of her presence. She knocked tentatively on the abbess's...
I wanted to write friends turned rivals turned enemies turned lovers and then this happened. It takes place in a universe that I assure you is Napoleonic era ish fantasy but in this story you really just see two women fighting in a bombed-out church. Presume there are dragons somewhere off-screen. This story has violence, EMOTIONAL THEMES, boinking on sacre...