This is a continuing Weis Kreuz fanfic.-- It involves m/m pairings and BDSM and fetishes. If any of these offend you-- you should probably read something else. ~~ @ ~~ @ ~~ @ ~~ Wrapped in a straitjacket, Farfarello sat hunched in a corner of the room he shared with Ken. It was sparsely furnished with a king-size bed, a large armoire, a closet and a coupl...
It is typical in these sorts of confessional stories to change names to protect the innocent, but in this case the concept of 'innocence' barely applies. That said, I will refer to my friend here as Sweet. If you're old enough to remember the singer Matthew Sweet, then hopefully it won't seem too odd to call him that. I think the gender ambiguity of that nam...
Wendy had spent the morning crying. It was how she had spent every morning of the past two years. It looked to be how she would spend every morning for the rest of her life. The physical suffering was no longer significant. He had said she would adapt, and she had. But the humiliation had never diminished. Rather, it had increased until she could barely thi...
Foreword These stories are based in Australia and written in the idiom the characters would use. Some issues in language variations I anticipated and built translations into my narrative. Others have caught me by surprise especially in their intensity. Generally, the intended meaning will be clear from the context if you don't cling too tightly to your us...
A black stiletto went whizzing by Richard's face as he froze to look for his boxers. He frantically searched while crouching low to avoid the picture frame that went crashing into the wall behind him, shattering the glass that held the picture of him and Lauren into tiny sharp fragments. He hurriedly picked up the little black dress that lay crumpled on the...
First I would like to thank everyone for your comments, feedback, e-mails and votes. Recently I have become acquainted with a few students at a University in the UK and the father of one of the students. The girls are all lovely and have started experimenting with being Nude in Public. There is one young lady who stands out among them when it comes to publ...
I was exceptionally nervous and completely excited when I submitted my first personal ad to the local adult newspaper. It read as follows: "98% Happily Married Man seeks 98% Happily Married Woman for pleasurable fulfillment of the other 2%. Complete discretion promised and required." I had no idea if anyone would respond, but I had set up a post office box,...
"Look at poor Jack Bond,—the best friend I ever had in the world. He was wrecked upon that rock for ever. He spent every shilling he had in contesting Romford ..." "And what became of him?" "God knows. I think I heard that he married an old woman and settled down somewhere. I know he never came up again." Phineas Finn, Anthony Trollope My dearest Hettie...
The Mass for Ash Wednesday was all but over. Kathy has a small cross of ash on her forehead. Lent is really underway. She still is not decided about her offering for the Lenten season. Kathy is a pretty good Catholic and has always been good at following the dictates of her religion including abstaining from meat on Ash Wednesday and then the Fridays of Lent...
I pulled my coat on and checked my purse for my car keys. Things were just winding down at the office, and the girls were all getting ready to go for the night. "Good night Laura," I smiled at the girl in the cubicle next to mine. "Good night Angel," she waved back. I was just heading for the door when I heard a loud crash in the break room. I rushed tow...