Margeurite, Comtesse de Fouet, was coming to my home for a dinner party at which she would be the guest of honor. Recently I had traveled to India to obtain a 5th century lingus from the renowned school of Kama Sutra in Punjab, where it served as a constant inspiration to young women training in the sexual arts. The Comtesse intended to take the enormous pha...
An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can s...
I smile to myself as Kyle Drake eases his short but thick White cock out of my dark asshole. I love a good ass fucking, that's for damn sure. Kyle jerks off on my face, spewing hot cum all over my dark visage. I lick off every last drop of his cum, and smile. Thanks for a wonderful time, I tell Kyle as I begin sucking on his nuts. My name is Fatima Jabir and...
Okay, this is a super-short Halloween comedy-tragedy that I wrote some time ago. A tragedy, in that I'm publishing it, but it's been sitting around and it is October. Enjoy. ___ The guys and gals at Brighter Media were a close-knit bunch, and all of us were young and hungry to build a name for ourselves in creative media. We served mainly as an advertising...
It would have been after that documentary. The one with a feature on online dominance-submission relationships on Fetlife. Because before that moment in time life had been so vanilla. Marcus had been queer and had had a boyfriend or two... or three since turning 18. Well, hell, he'd been to the bathhouses since turning 20. He'd even gone as far as to create...
Iona was not sure how long she laid there. A pain in her chest made breathing exhausting. This pain moved through her body till everything ached. Tears were never a general thing with her; she cried till empty. This was worse than physical abuse; that could only break her back. This broke her spirit. Her spirit was her only pride. To her it had value. There...
Dale looked up from his newspaper and smiled inwardly to himself. His wife Joy had just then come into the kitchen heading immediately towards the sink where she stood rinsing out her coffee cup before pouring herself a fresh one. He smiled, because she really was a joy to look at, never failing to arouse him whenever he saw her, especially when he saw her a...
Chapter Twenty-Four -- The Surgeon's Wife A heavy snowstorm swept over the central mountains on November 15, putting an end to travel, foraging, military drills, and just about anything else that involved extended activity outside. The Defenders congregated in the bathhouse and the kitchen, the only two buildings that were adequately heated. Isauria and Dan...
I don't know how things are done in your village, but this is how they are done in mine. Nineteen is a sacred number. Nineteen deities are painted on the walls of the holy cavern; nine Gods, nine Goddesses, and one blessed Androgyne. Nineteen moon-cycles are in each ring of the sun. There are nineteen animal spirits to which we can appeal for guidance and n...
***Teaching the Samurai how to set up their weapons, Valdemar is surprised to meet the leader of one group, though they don't get along all that well. 0_o ------------------------ When Valdemar and Kōichi accompanied the daimyo outside a little later, lord Maeda had many questions regarding Valdemar's bow. He answered truthfully most of the time. When he...