Tio was bored. All the other priestesses had gone to rest, and she was alone in the sanctuary. Well, not exactly alone, fifty or so cats lay in various positions on the stone steps leading up to the huge statue of Bast, the cat headed Goddess. Her work was already done. She had fed all the cats and cleaned up after them. So now she just had to wait until day...
My dad was always working hard to give me what I wanted and needed. Since my mom died he'd been overly protective but super nice. Every summer since I got into high school, I would work at his tiny little taco shop around the corner from our house. It was very successful and every summer dad was opening up a new one. He still left me working at the old shop...
There were no lift lines – it was simply too cold out for most people. Too cold to even think about getting out of a warm bed to go out and ski, especially when the wind was howling and a new storm was barreling in, especially when that bed was so nice and warm and your thigh muscles were still burning from skiing the day before. But even so, when all was...
I'm so sorry I posted the wrong version this one has some more to it. I was in desperate need of a vacation that's for sure! If you don't want to read the whole story again the part that was missing is right before then end. I deeply apologize, if it makes you feel any better I figured this out at 6am and it made me jump out of bed. Much love and appreciatio...
The horse lifted his head and snorted with a warning to his Mistress who knelt at the edge of the stream drinking her fill. Green eyes narrowed as she grew still, a hand drifted to the sword at her side as she listened to the surrounding forest. The large warhorse shifted closer to her in a protective stance and her small form rose to her feet with a slow, l...
———————— Part one of a ten-part story about three sisters and their experiences being graded for sale as slaves. Note that this story contains references to BDSM and not-entirely-consensual sexual submission. Note also that the overall story, and this chapter in particular, includes themes and depictions of incest and incestual desire. All characters are at...
It's late in the afternoon, several hours after her last lingerie show should have ended. I greet her at the door, take her by the hand and lead her to the couch. "C'mon over here, sit, relax, put your feet up. Here, like this." She sits back as I sit on the coffee table in front of her. I take her legs and part them slightly placing her feet on either side...
"Hello" My Yahoo Messenger box bust into life on a quiet evening I didn't recognise the sender "Hi " I typed back "We were reading your stories" "Oh yes" "We liked the slut wife stories" "Good glad you enjoyed them" "Can you talk?" "Sure" "Well I've wanted to see my wife with other men and she is keen but we 're sure how to go about it " "I see"...
Ok, lets get one thing straight here, I know I am not that good of a writer. I tend to speed type sometimes and I know that's not very good. But I am learning to take my time, and reread my work, because I know I can do better. As for the story I know it's a slow start but it will pick up eventually just give me some time. * Once that big man fell to the f...
I'm sure you watch my talk show, The Wendy Williams Show, how you doing? Earlier this week the faucet in the bathroom of my dressing room was leaking and it took a day for the studio to finally send a plumber to fix it. He showed up while we were filming and was just finishing up when I returned to my dressing room. I stepped behind a screen and slipped out...