PART FOUR - BODRUM - 2 - After the grand international museums that Gabe and Saphy's mysteries had taken them to in London and Paris, the Halicarnassus Mausoleum Museum seemed inordinately small. In reality it was just a few rooms with what little statuary could be salvaged from the rubble outside and had not been taken away to somewhere like London's Brit...
Ned watched from his usual station. At mid-afternoon, he always lingered on the tree shaded bench in front of the women's dormitory. It was a perfect spot to view the parade of "his" young ladies as they strolled back from the summer school classes. He would watch them stride toward him from the main campus via the long sloping sidewalk. He admired the bounc...
Being married inevitably involves falling into certain routines. Over the past few years, I have become a very early riser - any time I sleep past 5am is exceptional. But Saturdays have become something of an exception. Waking early, I spend some time on the laptop writing or surfing the web after smoking a bowl, then return to the bedroom around 7am, more...
I sat perched on the edge of the bed, blindfolded and beautifully bound in a soft rope, which felt like cool satin upon my flesh. My wrists and ankles restrained in their cuffs, with little gold-tone locks, securely locked. I could feel the rope that was secured with a simple knot over my clit, which was drawn up between my swollen lips. I had sat there f...
Dear fans and student, I have just returned from island of Timur to partake in a symposium in Vienna, which interestingly enough deals with the clitoris shape and impact on the world economy. While not my area of expertise, it has been become a hot topic in the academic community, given the massive public funds being thrown at it today by many governments....
***Will preface this story with the understanding and concept of consensual non-consent. In no way am I condoning any actual sort of rape. No matter the act, adult and legal consent is absolutely necessary. No means no, and always needs to be honored. Thank You. Luckily, I have been Your special little pet for about a year. Within that time, we have enj...
Kiki Johnson was 19, tall and slender with breasts the size of small apples. She wore her black hair in a long pony tail that ran straight down her back. Her features where Americanized Asian and she had no trace of an accent. Kiki lived in a luxury apartment which was elegantly furnished. She spent her free time studying about the world, and learning every...
Hello everyone, sorry for the long delay but this situation we're living i is definitely taking a toll. I've had some personal issues and family tragedy that has kept me from writing. Any and all spelling and typing mistakes are mine, I don't have an editor and try to proof myself, so bear with me on this, since English is not my first language either. All...
*Writer's note - in this story, the characters from Crawl are developed a bit further, during a longer BDSM scene. The first/second person is maintained along with the immediacy of present tense so readers can insert themselves into the story. For some reason my movements are constricted when I try to roll over. In a blur of sleep to awake awareness, I...
(c) Dean Askin writing as Aden Kains Part one – Requiem For an instant Morgan feared he had forgotten the small blue velvet-covered box. It had rested atop the bureau for almost two whole years, waiting, needing to be dusted regularly. Then he felt it bulging in the pocket of his tailored St. George slacks and his mind refocused on Faithe, within reach ac...