This chapter contains oral and anal sex and degrading and humiliating acts by a cruel and depraved man. Teárlag wishes never to have entered into her agreement with Blackthorne and wishes to end it. * Teárlag delayed her departure from Tobermory as long as possible before finally getting in her carriage and heading back to Dervaig. She had no idea what Bla...
Down near Wall street about 2 years ago, late night, celebrating a friend's promotion at an investment firm. Some fancy gala type thing nearby just let out, and some of them invaded the little pub we were drinking in. Men in tuxedos, women all dressed in high end designer outfits and $1,000 heels. My buddy James (not the guy whose party it was) and I end up...
This is a continuation of another short story titled: Odd Job. I suggest reading that, before reading this. I hope you enjoy. Comments are appreciated! * October 24, 2015 Incidents of espionage have been well documented throughout history. The ancient writings of Chinese and Indian military strategists such as Sun-Tzu and Chanakya contain information on d...
For thousands of years dark forces from before the dawn of time have looked to Earth to feed their hellborn lusts. These forces use their power to spy on our dimension seeking women to serve as the sexual playthings of demonic beasts. The roving eye of Hell's mystic abductors fell upon a small apartment, where a young woman named Krystal was waking up from...
WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AT LEAST A HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION YOU WILL NOT GRASP THIS STORY. Bernice. Formally known as "Bargotherial energy vortex manipulator model 2000, was originally an instrument of federal power. Used to undo threats to the collective way of thinking that put them in power before they existed. A very large step towards totalitarian...
Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
A Bedtime Story For My Sister Starling When the hood was pulled off her she found herself flanked by two guards in a large stone room, windowless, lit by flickering candlelight, red and gold shadows running molten across the walls and domed brick ceiling. There was a sweet, dank musk to the heavy air, which sank upon her naked body with the heavy handed tou...
A note to my regular readers: As you can tell, this is not a story. In fact, not only is this an essay, it's an essay about the most perverted subject of all: Politics! So you might want to steer clear if that's not your thing. Evergreen Forest #13 is on the way, along with several other story updates! :) ~~~~~~~~ I am pro-social justice. I feel I should...
I would really like some feedback on this story, i am thinking of making more chapters. * When Ashton walks into a bar, time stops. I mean how often does five feet eleven inches, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds of pure sexual energy enter into the small confines of ANY bar. Men stop playing their cards and women stop playing their men. Women like this...
Diane Sawyer did her best not to be noticed by any of the NBC news personnel, as she hurried through the backstage area. Some staffers passed her by; none seemed to notice her hiding behind large dark sunglasses. Taking quick peeks at the names on the doors to the dressing rooms, she found the name she was looking for. She felt the cold steel of her .44 Dese...