~Readers, this it part three of the Immortal slave series, and I'm again starting off where I left off in the last one, so if you haven't read the first two, you should go do that first before reading this, or you may get lost. Also, comments are appreciated. Makes me feel like I'm not the only one who wants this story to continue!~ * Okay, so when I woke...
Vampires and Republic of Ireland just don't go together. With the laid back and friendly manner, not to say the lilting accent that has the sound of honey, of the Southern Irish how can anyone imagine them as callous vampires? Which is why, when my train was delayed, I decided to write a short story about an Irish vampire who is quite a nice guy really but d...
The story of our sissy heroine continues... We left things in the last chapter where a female coworker uncovered "Sherry's little secret" and proceeded to humiliate and dominate her. This is part two of three. Thank you to those who reached out for suggestions and hope you enjoy this chapter. I am still new at this and appreciate any guidance either below or...
It was 1954 in a poor midwestern state. Small town lawyer Walt Conner had connections with a powerful politician and was able to be appointed the new warden of Abbotville state correctional institution for women. He was kidded by his friends that he would not have to look hard for pussy from now on. On his first day he drove up to the front gate of Abbotsvi...
My name is Louis Smithsonian. I'm around five-foot-eight, stocky and dark-skinned. I'm originally from Haiti though I currently live in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice duplex on French Avenue in Brockton's South Side. Not too far from the fire station. These days, I live with my Mama and my older sisters Judy and Martha. My older brothe...
My name is Jason Templar. Yeah, I know. I get the Knight Templar joke all the time. Whatever. Tonight, I'm doing a solitary vigil. I'm back in my old neighborhood for the first time in four years. I haven't set foot in that corner of the City of Ottawa, Ontario, ever since I became a Vampire. There is a fool going around destroying Houses of Worship. He's do...
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters. That privilege belongs to one Shonda Rhimes, writer extraordinaire. Alert: This was written long before the whole George/Izzie and Alex/Rebecca/Lexie storylines. Concept: Alex has moved into the Grey house. Izzie is not happy about this. See how they both deal with living under the same roo...
It started as just another day at the office for me, of course as an installer of safe rooms my office could be almost any place in the city. For those of you who don't know, a 'safe room' is actually a vault built as a place to escape danger for those who are wealthy enough to afford one. Due to the need for high security, even I didn't know whose house I w...
A cold six pack sat on my ass. It was dark and cramped and my head ached ever so slightly. Vainly I tried to twist my wrists to free them. Instead I moved someone's face against my twat. I sighed rather silently as I enjoyed yet another Saturday night in today's dating world. My name was Jane. Arlene was my best female friend. Both of us had been at Casey'...
"You were acting like a SLUT!", Greg was almost shouting. "I was being nice to your co-workers. There is a difference you know." I replied, trying to remain calm. "I'll agree, a hot red-head in a mini skirt grabbing a perfect stranger's cock is very nice." "LOOK! I will admit that was crossing the line just a bit, but I wanted to make sure that your name...