I want to get away; leave this den and run. Maybe I want to take him with me, maybe I don't. His steel blue eyes hold mine for a moment as he opens the door for me; the synthesised smoke from the machines assaulting my sense. "Scared?" he mutters under his breath as his hand tightens on my upper arm. I can feel the spring of his grasp as he holds onto me....
It's been a long day as we both fall into our bed, the cold February wind pecking softly at the window. Earlier, hand in hand we walked silently through the neighborhood as a soft snow drifted down. It was so peaceful that our hearts and minds embraced the silence. These are the evenings that we cherish, so far from our house in L.A., but so close to the hom...
This was originally the epilogue from Witching Day, but since I loved how succinctly that story ended, I decided to cut it out, but by the time I had done that, I had already written a fair amount of content so I reworked it for its own submission. This very short story requires no prior knowledge of any other stories in this universe. * Ingrid clutched he...
So my editor Lori is going through some computer crises, and was unable to edit. If you find any mistakes please point them out. CHAPTER5 Conner Roy turned around as a loud snarl erupted behind him. He watched with a confused fascination as Amanda leaped at him. He groaned as he cracked his skull on the floor and groaned again as Amanda landed on him, str...
My name is Cleopatra. The original one, not an imitation. I am the first woman in history to bear that name. A name which by now should require little to no introduction. That is if you've ever picked up a history book or know Jack about Pop Culture. I am the former Queen of Imperial Egypt. Descended from the Kush Dynasty, the legendary Nubian Pharaohs which...
"Alright, everyone. Out, out, out. Let's give the girl a chance to breath," Peyton's agent, Rebecca, shouted to the plethora of makeup artists and stylists in the tiny, mirror filled room, shooting her young charge an encouraging smile as she closed the door behind her. Eighteen year-old Peyton Scott bit her lip nervously as she paced the now empty dressing...
REHEARSAL/ PERFORMANCE Darling, I've an idea for a game we could play, the next time we are together. Here is the properties list: 2 pinecones 1 jar of honey 1 candle full matchbook tray of ice Let's begin in the morning. If you can get over the mountains before rush hour, I'll leave my door open for you (as I am open for you, to you), and stay in bed, hop...
Through the steamy mist I watch your dark fingers as they knead the white cloth, producing thick foam. You scrub your face and I smile as you sink back into the water. Your face relaxes and your eyes shut as the stream caresses your cheeks, sliding down your neck and shoulders. You turn and I cannot help but envy this stream as it ripples down your back. T...
My name is Rakhor and although I have the appearance of a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties, I am actually much more than that. I am the God of Balance, Justice and Travels. A Trickster who acts as a force of balance on a cosmic scale. When I look at the world these days, I find myself disgusted. Seriously. Women are getting out of control a...
Finally, I feel like I am where I belong. Picture this, if you will. A big and tall, muscular Black man clad in a pink tutu and frilly White panties, my face fully made up and my lips properly rouged. I am kneeling before a six-foot-tall, slender red-haired White chick and sucking her strap-on dildo. My Mistress Amelia Heinrich smiles at me as I suck her dil...