Episode Eight, Struggles of Power "How much of a success was tonight, Kyle," Eliza asked her husband as she stepped through the halls by his side toward the holding chamber where the three women waited. "I honestly thought we were going to go about it in a different way than what had happened with us." "This is a different way," Kyle said, not slowing his...
CHAPTER ONE. THE DEMON AND THE DOOR. ALL IN THIS STORY ARE 18 OR OLDER. Elmensa awoke with a tremendous, delirious headache. Hands flew to her chest and she clutched the sheets in a sweat-soaked panic, momentarily forgetting where she was, who she was. There was nothing but darkness, slick and real and cloying, and for that single moment she was not prince...
Troy opened his eyes. He was in the backseat of what appeared to be a moving limo. The partition separating the passenger and driver was up and the windows were tinted so dark that he couldn't see outside. As Troy shifted in his seat he could feel warm leather caressing his butt check. He looked down to see that he was completely nude. Troy began shouting ,...
There you were; wrists and ankles in the stiff, heavy 3" wide black leather, wrapped snugly about your wrists and ankles, bound to the rings set in the side of the cross. You stand there in your dark blue skirt, powder blue blouse, fishnet stockings and 5" heels, you still feel very naked though as I look upon you bound helpless to the cross. Me...I stand in...
Please note, for the intended experience, make sure to toggle on the "play game" option on the right hand side of the screen. As the sun begins to rise, Ephina finds herself standing on the deck of a small trading ship. The journey had been long, months of carriages, ship rides, and traveling by foot, but she could see her final destination on the...
Nazia Choudhary is a diligent, upstanding, goody two Senior Detective in the Police Department. She is also a woman of the Muslim faith, who wears the hijab (headscarf) as an expression of her identity. She is incredibly proud of who she is and her achievement as a sharp detective. She dresses smartly but a tad conservatively. She is extremely dedicated to h...
What a nice Sunday morning. We slept in, got up and made a nice full breakfast and have a quiet house for the day. The kids are gone and won’t be back until early evening. You contemplate the idea of fucking all day, but I seem to be preoccupied for some reason. You decide to leave it alone for a little while. You know that I will see things your way eventua...
"Hey John, have you've seen my gym bag?" Christi asked her boyfriend. "I put it in the closet when I was cleaning up earlier." John replied from the living room while watching TV. "Thanks sweetie." John could hear her opening the closet door before she came walking hallway towards him. "I'll be back from the gym at around eight." She kissed him and began w...
It was dark when she drove up to the gates of the Majestic. For some unknown reason, they were wide open. Arna's Wrangler lurched up the ramp and clattered to a stop. She cut the engine, jumped out. The air was still and balmy in the manner preceding a storm. She saw Marque's classic T-bird silently sitting in the lot with its headlights on. She clopped up...
My name is Carla Brett. I'm a professor of Criminal Psychology at Carleton University in the great city of Ottawa, Ontario. A six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. Curvy and voluptuous, sensual the way only a Celtic goddess can be. And I'm a sharp mind too. You'll soon discover why. A lot of people find my view of the world to be strange, ev...