Chapter 5: Property of Her Master Mira's guard held her elbow and led her down the stone steps, off the stage, past the seated audience and through a pitch-dark stone corridor. They emerged outside, in the semi-open area surrounding the arena. The clumped jungle trees grew in patches and in between them, in small clearings, stood tall, round tents, pointing...
Tradition. It's all very well to have a tradition but not when it interferes with what I want to do. My parents run a market garden and we also have a couple of orchards. That means that when the harvest season rolls around we're awash with fruit and vegetables. This is not a problem. The big chain stores take all we can provide. The problem is my father....
Chapter Three: Submit I don't know what I'd been expecting, exactly. A darkly-lit dungeon, perhaps, kitted out with every kind of implement. Or an interview chamber, claustrophobic, where I'd be expected to lay all my secret wants bare before this new dom. A bedroom. Surely, I had not imagined the ballroom, filled with dinner guests in gowns and black ties...
The sun was setting in the horizon and it was time to have a cheer, thus the crew took a trip to a rough inn along a tropical coast that was owned by a fun-loving and yet dangerous pirate captain named Captain "Parrot Charmer" Knuckles where pirates come to relax and recount stories and legends from their days at sea. "What're ye on about, Poop Deck Nadine?...
"But you might get so caught up in the moment that you ask me to stop without truly meaning it. Instead of 'stop,' say 'strawberries.' That's our secret code that tells me you are done. How does that sound? Is that okay, Miss Anna?" Something about the way his breath caressed her neck when he spoke her name made her knees weak. What was that? Something abou...
Bill sat at his desk, god he was tired, this job was shit but he wanted to eat so he kept at it. Old, he felt so old he was surprised he made it in every day. After all what did he have left to look forward to? Go home to his cat; eat a cold dinner that was leftover from the night before. Just once he wished he had something different in his life at least a...
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"Perhaps one of my favorite paintings in the whole museum is this portrait of Madam de Pompadour by Francois Boucher. This was one of many paintings the artist completed of the Marquise. She was clearly an object of fascination for him beyond his duty as the royal portrait-maker, because none of the other royals were immortalized with the same quantity." The...
The Eighth Day "So, we finally leave tomorrow?" Zalen answered Talyar's question with a nod. Closing the book in front of him he leaned back in his chair. "The seven day mourning period ended yesterday so I am now free to move on without making seven new enemies. I honestly have no idea if some of my... umm, wives are going to join us or not but I had to...
Will asked if I'd be willing to show him my naked body after I put my wig and makeup on but before I got fully dressed. I said sure—my only other fem adornments being my cherry-red toenails and a matching bead anklet above my left foot. With all the security and body scans and what-not at airports these days, I hadn't even worn panties under my street clothe...