As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I'm pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit....
#1 - The Rules This Xyta has some hard, cruel urges none of her other pets are able to satisfy. That's why she made it known she needed a fresh, untouched bitch. You answer her call, arriving at her home to begin a trial run which will show both you and Xyta if you have what it takes to be her bitch. Her whipping post. Her focal point for all manner of abu...
Hi guys, sorry for taking so long to post this second chapter, but here it is. I apologize for any grammar/vocabulary mistakes, but I just could not find an editor to review it. So, please be lenient with me... Still no sex, but I promise the next chapter will be hotter. I hope you enjoy the reading. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated. Kathy. =======...
The first chapter of this story is posted under Calandria. The second under my new identity of Calandria2. (Don't ask why!) Everyone in the tale is over 18, and so should you be! Kate is a young girl from a humble background in the States, whose adventures have brought her to Madrid, where she was 'discovered' and given a home by Lars, a handsome man with m...
Modern day harem life of slaves and their struggles for alpha slave status. Master is unaware of the intrigue and back stabbings that go on when he is away from the harem between his sex slaves. Or is he? BEGINNING Master must have come into money. He didn't strike me as a person born to the blue. He certainly was graceful and eloquent, but there was a ce...
On Display Melissa shifted her weight, trying to get comfortable. She squinted at the setting sun, wondering how long she had been tied up. Looking over at the post that her left arm was tied to, she flexed that arm slightly, trying to keep it from cramping. When she had come downstairs to the living area, she had been wearing nothing but a pair of black s...
It was just a bit over two years since my divorce and I still hadn't come completely to terms with it. I was still looking for other answers. Maybe I had dedicated too much time to advancing my career and not enough time to her, although my major goal there was always to be the best breadwinner I could be, and not aimed at feeding my ego with my success. And...
She was devastated. She had been rejected. She felt her vulnerability, despite her gown and jewelry and regal statuesque demeanor, her vast wealth and intellect . She felt on one hand an almost overwhelming desire to flee into the protection of such things; but felt even more strongly the pull of staying with the hurt, of going into it. The hurt took her...
All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The Watcher, Asmodatu, appears to us on an alien landscape. "I am Asmodatu the Watcher" he told us, "like Uatu, I have observed the rise and fall of civilisations, worlds, galaxies. I know all that is, most of what has been and much of what will be. I also have many windows into the stran...
I recently got one of those "state" emails. You know the ones; They all begin with, "you know you are [insert your state name and appropriate ending] if:" Now, for a person who lives in these states, your state, they are pretty funny and for the most part true. Well, now that I have moved to and from Oklahoma, (where the wind comes whipping down the plains)...