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Rebecca's Servant

by RumFella on Jun 19, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Be careful what you wish for A wintery night closes about the ill-lit streets of Prague; winds trample coldly through, where hours before horse-drawn traffic, street merchants and shoppers did the same. Above a kitchenware shop off Havelská , an old house on an old street, Rebecca bathed. She lay back, hot bath water lapping at her neck, nipples two small i...

Fafnir's Quest

by neglected2much on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me. --John Donne Wizard's Quest "That is all I can do for you barbarian. The venom from the wyvern bite will slowly bring your death unless you do as I have told. You only have a few sunrises left...

Undead and the Lady in Red

by eCaldwell on Aug 30, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

As a child, for Halloween I always wore some off-the-shelf costume from the five-and-dime. During my junior year of college, such a chintzy costume wasn't suitable for the Halloween party my housemate and I were going to host. The 70s, the decade of the streaker, had just expired and I considered attending the party wearing nothing but running shoes and a sm...

Terror

by Nicholas Travers on Sep 14, 2017
BDSM

Martin Boston effectively signed his doom two weeks before Christmas. He thought he had it made - he was seeing Natalie one night a week and telling Christine that he was working late: always the same night, always a Friday. He explained it as a kind of compulsory overtime, and of course he was always exhausted when he arrived home, because Natalie was deman...

The Royal Line Pt. 03

by abbotemily on Sep 19, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Chapter Three: Hale Baron Hale of Hawkshead, passed the reins of his horse to a waiting groom and, pausing to clap the lad on the shoulder, exited the stable yard in the direction of the Hawkshead Keep. Though it would have encompassed barely a tithe of the immense bulk of Castle Grey—Hale's childhood home—the Keep was still a forbidding structure. The fir...

Christie's Homeless Friend Pt. 09

by TeroWright on Jan 20, 2020
Fetish

Cindy wastes no time in standing up, keeping her feet planted where they were resting and cutting Christie's breath short. Brian is delighted to see that Christie still has the same level of tolerance as she did before. Something that comes to mind is his observation of their weight differences, or at least what he thinks are differences from a couple years...

Cindy's Recourse Pt. 03

by TeroWright on Sep 14, 2020
Fetish

"P..p..peachy!" Echo replies. "I certainly hope so." Kacie returns to her upright stance, "How about you prove it by praising these," wiggling her toes against Echo's mouth. Echo doesn't hesitate for a second to start kissing every inch of them; however, due to her unfamiliarity of the matter, her efforts make for a rather sloppy job. Kacie calls her out...

Joan of Snark Ch. 14

by Morgan_Ellis on Oct 5, 2020
Novels and Novellas

"Joan Marie Hubert! Where on earth were you?!" Joan cringed upon hearing her mother's grating voice. The older woman was seated at the kitchen table with a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel, which she was holding to her nose. Joan looked down at the floor. Tears of guilt began to well up in her eyes. "Mom, I'm really sorry about what happened earli...

Two's a Crowd Ch. 01

by angiquesophie on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

I wasn't supposed to be there. I should have been at the annual reunion of my old college frat house, two states over. It was a tradition we started seven years back. It usually consists of an evening of boozing followed by a day of golf and a dinner. Not the best golf after the night before, as you may imagine. But the getting together is great. We are expe...

Stranded Ch. 02

by Rabbitrunner91 on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

She made an ugly face, "Yes." I stoked the fire and put water on to boil. After our visit to the 'outside room', I returned her back to the cot and she mixed pancakes. Both of us were famished. I figured the colder weather had something to do with our increased appetite. The drizzle had stopped, the sun shown through the trees, the temperature had dropped...