Based on factual events. The story of how hubris can cost you more than you could ever imagine... *** "You're coming with us. The Prophet wants to see you." That was the sentence which started it all three years ago. That was the sentence which changed my entire existence, thrusting me into the abyss of girlishness. I remember it all very clearly; it woul...
Tara ached all over. Her head throbbed so badly that she could not force her eyes open even though she had been awake for some time. She was cold, icy cold but she did not have the energy to pull the duvet higher. She was drained. It had been getting worse lately. The price she paid for using her gifts. For healing others. What had she been thinking yest...
I was a student living in Nottingham, and broke. My grant cheque had evaporated in a haze of alcoholic merriment over a couple of weeks, probably less. I'd got a job delivering pizzas, but the feeling that there should be some easier way of making money was always at the back of my mind. I was job hunting, but taking a sort of karmic approach, i.e. assuming...
This narrative involves a story which I must stress is not my own. It is at once sad and joyful and (I am convinced most assuredly) not true. Although…well, I'll leave that for you, the reader, to decide. All that I can say is that there rings some truth to it, as fanciful as it seems to me. I will start this narrative with a little information about myself...
"Pardon me, Sir?" Facing away from the entrance of the study, Conrad Taihn did not shift his gaze from the flickering gold-red flames nestled in the pit of the stone fireplace. "Yes, Tibbs," the middle-aged male said softly. Dropping his own eyes respectfully, the servant in his black, Spartan uniform replied, "As much as I am loath to interrupt you, e'en...
Jasper and Mary awoke abruptly, jarred from their slumber by pounding on the door. They leapt from the bed in panic, each rushing for their clothing. "Did somebody follow you?" Mary whispered fervently as she grabbed her nightdress and tugged it over her head. "No. I would have noticed." Jasper quickly slid his breeches on, following them with his boots....
The Origin of Uncle PART III I'd recently filled Little One with a large load of cum, at her request, and we were snuggled up in our best nude, post-sex sweat. Only a few hours earlier, we were two strangers at a local Indian casino who'd met and wanted to blow off some sexual energy and, as it turned out, we were very sexually compatible. We were hungry...
Naked, Rosa stood in the marble and stainless steel kitchen brewing tea. Beyond the panoramic window, across the divide, that long ago may or may not have been a river servicing the town, but now separated her property from the modern six storey car park opposite, she saw the slightest of movements in the shadows. Still facing the window, for effect, she st...
He watched my chest heaving with each breath, breasts bobbing up and down in my tight black corset. I was dressed entirely in tight black leather, and the heady aroma of our juices, sweat and leather filled the air. I licked my lips as I stood before his bound and captive body, laughing devilishly to myself as I replayed tonight's events in my mind. I look...
My name is Lucretia. I am originally from France in the 1600's (yes, I am presently 427 years of age.) I am what humans call a vampire, although most of the normal vampire myths aren't quite accurate. Anne Rice? A little off, but I love it. Bram Stoker? Ha! Not even close. My beauty made me what I am. I was converted to be the companion to the Lord of the Va...