Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction about a submissive and her Dominant, whom she calls "Daddy", having a kinky date night. All events are fictional and all characters are 18 or older. The story is told in the third person to allow you, dear reader, to put yourself in the action. It's date night and you're wearing a little black dress that makes you look...
All characters contained within the following work are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental and not intentional on the part of the author. Furthermore, all characters are considered to be of the majority age of eighteen years unless otherwise noted. ***** Seven Taken, the Sinner's Hearts Seven T...
Chapter 4 "A word with you," Novak glowered and Gareth nodded. Novak marched off to his horse, grabbing the reigns, and led off into the forest. Talyis turned to Gareth and reached up on her tippy toes to whisper into his ear, "Please don't tell him what I said. Please don't tell him about anything we've talked about." Gareth didn't acknowledge his eyes...
The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the meadows of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church. Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in shadow oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in hand but lost in her thoughts. She heard hooves clattering upon the gravelled path,...
Along the roads to the great city of Shawl are many small taverns and roadhouses. It is only to be expected. After all, cities draw travelers, travelers need places to stay, and not all of those places can be found within the cities' boundaries. On one such road sits the Spiny Toad. A quaint, pleasant place with a warm fire and friendly enough people...both...
**Please tell me what you think. Any and all comments are welcome, I'm new at this and trying very hard to improve.** * Prologue: The Meeting The captain stepped onto land timidly. It had been at least 3 months since his ship had docked. He always hated it. There were so many things to worry about; the authority, rivals, angry woman, the husbands of angry...
It was called "The French Cafe" which would normally be the kind of place I would avoid but one of my co workers got me hooked on the french vanilla mocha latte. I now went there every Sunday like clockwork placing my order before sitting at my favorite table near the back. I would read my Sunday paper and watch the happenings in the small town I called my h...
COPYRIGHT – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO PERMISSION IS GIVEN TO POST OR USE FOR ANY OTHER PURPOSE. ======== She was silhouetted in the open window, brushing her long blonde hair; her bare breasts thrust forward and up as she reached up to pull the brush down the butterscotch waterfall that cascaded down her back. This was her nightly ritual, and in a few mom...
Sargasso Sea, 1705 Blackbeard's course took him out of the Caribbean and deep into the Sargasso Sea. The sea itself was a mystery to man and many sailors avoided the region often times sailing days out of their way. It is here where reports of ships lost at sea never to return. Those that are fortunate enough to survive come back with tales of sea monsters...
The lighthouse had been the focus for many years. It was said to be haunted, but Allen Jefferies had never been one to give into superstition, although he had to admit he was a little creeped out that so many folks had gone missing. Taking the boat to the makeshift dock, he grabbed his belongings and headed in. The light of sunset was falling over the northw...