CAVEAT We all have choices in this world and it is not for any of us to judge another's. This brief yarn is a study in love and where that can take us. Be warned however, gentle reader, that this is not your typical love story and its characters not your typical lovers. Some might legitimately feel that it should have been classed as BDSM. Perhaps so - the...
An announcement before starting! Firstly, my deepest apologies for the incredibly long gap between publishing. I haven't stopped writing, but I am beginning to realize just how much is left to tell in Melina's story. It's gotten to the point where I'm considering publishing Spellbound as a full-blown novel, which, while terribly exciting for me, is a rather...
(continued from part two) Over several months, an interesting dynamic had arisen in the Hemming Manse. The owner and employer, Olga Hemming, was treated with all due respect by her employees, Rita, her housekeeper, Joanne, her gardener, and Althea, her cook, during their normal everyday activities. They wouldn't dream of being rude or disrespectful to her i...
First I would like to thank mantoy999 for editing and suggesting content for this story. Also, I'd like to thank the readers who have reached out through Email or comments letting me know their thoughts. I love hearing from you all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To say I was shocked when Ms. Deb stopped into my U-shaped cubicle would be an understatement. While she...
This is the last chapter of the story of how Cassy met her Master and the events that led to him to send her to the clinic in the series "Finding Home." If you have not already read "Finding Home", I would encourage you to read those stories as well. Enjoy. Xantu. Cassy woke to feel his hands warm on her face. "You are shivering child. Why are you so cold...
"I've wanted this for a long time." A deep reptilian voice sounded. The voice belonged to an eight foot tall seven hundred pound dragon turtle creature named Bowser, the King Koopa. He was feared throughout the entire Mushroom Kingdom and several of the surrounding lands. Right now his bright red mane was swept back over his head revealing all of his dark gr...
Two Loves: The Story Of A Thirty-Five Year Affair * * * * * Chapter 1 "Is this seat taken?" I looked up into the deep brown eyes of a woman about my age -- twenty-five. She had long, dark straight hair and was pleasant enough looking. Somehow, in those first seconds, she telegraphed to me that she was as lost as I was at this conference: the 1975 Ann...
Paris would have been my first choice, With perhaps Rome or Amsterdam second. But Hamburg? It was hardly tourist-land. But Wendy's name had been on the entry form and she had chosen Hamburg. "We've been to all the others." She said. It had been one of those "You have been chosen..... " things, which come through the letterbox most days. I had always though...
11th Day: Naked Truth Maybe it was last day's events. Or maybe I was very tired. Or maybe it was just an hunch. I'll never know. Anyway, I woke up with a very strange feeling today. Something was bothering me, but could not make out what. I was worried without any obvious reason... "Obvious?" I asked myself. "No obvious reason?" I could think of hundreds o...
The warrior marched across the Desert, the blazing sun bearing down on broad shoulders. Beside the warrior, its head bowed beneath the dry heat, a gray wolf trotted through the thick sand. The warrior did not stumble, never breaking stride. Over head, an eagle circling the duo cried into the wind. The bird's broad wingspan cast a shadow on the shifting sand,...