French North Africa 1923 Lady Mary Westlake was looking down at the endless rows of sand dunes. Her 10 year older brother Charles was steering his biplane towards the south. While at first around the coast they had still seen many small villages and oasis and even caravans for hours the landscape had been an empty expanse. Now however they were coming up...
The hills that spread between Nex-Ho and the Wildfree Forest were tall enough that, by the time they had jogged to the top of them, Ember was puffing and panting. Goat Who Wrestles, his sagacious mentor and the tutor of the Vengeful Crystal Hawk Style, was sitting on a platform that rested atop Ember's head like the world's largest, least comfortable hat. Em...
Abigail returned home from work to find her father in her apartment, lights out, sitting on her sofa with his head in his hands. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I've done something stupid," he said. "Damn stupid." She was almost afraid to ask. It was obvious he was afraid to tell her. Abigail sat beside him in the dark and tried to reassure him. "Dad, whatever...
Your name is John and you are a what most would call a nerd. Another thing about you is that you are a very introverted person except when your playing DND or magic the gathering with your friends. You also never had the confidence to talk to woman so you are very lonely when it comes to relationships. But enough about you let’s talk about how this mess all...
I just stood there gasping like a fish out of water, with Grandpa still laughing his ass off. Spotted Owl was just looking back and forth between us, puzzled as to what was going on and starting to look a little annoyed. Grandpa noticed this and struggling to get his laughter under control, hurried to reassure him that he was not laughing at him and that I w...
boredom strikes! and with it a new story to concentrate creative juices on! lets hope i can focus someday and get one of these going on a regular schedule... /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ I tossed her limp, nearly lifeless body into the brig. I can't believe a simple trader like me would of e...
This letter was written with permission from The Boss, and by that, I don't mean my employer, I mean my Dom. He is a very busy man and asked me to draft a search for another sub owner. Next month, The Boss will be traveling for work and won't be able to tend to me in the manner which I have become accustomed... but I'll get to that shortly. He would like to...
Lyriena squirmed in her seat nervous, worried, and fighting feelings of shame as the moment she had been dreading all week approached. Any moment her father would be here, and she couldn't bear to think about what he would say. She had been dreading this conversation more than she ever had dreaded meeting with Trogar. She looked around her room nervously. S...
My wife, Ellie, began to get restless about eighteen months after the birth of our second child. Our friend, Charles, was engaged. He had ended his import/export business so rarely visited. Robert was engaged. I suspected Ellie rarely saw him except when we met him and his fiancé for dinner or at the occasional party. Frank and Liz had divorced and each had...
Author's note: Here's Chapter Seven of "Slave Girl Emily." At the end of Chapter Six, we left Emily apparently contented with her Master, Frederick, even though she has just seen him flogging and fucking Pipit, another slave, at a play party. Meanwhile, Pipit's Master, a distinguished-looking middle-aged man named Christopher, seems to have taken a liking to...