“Will you marry me?” “Perhaps. But you haven’t met my mother yet, and I want to see what she says before I decide,” replied Destiny. “You need your mother’s approval?” asked Daniel in surprise. “No I don’t need it, but I want it,”. “When can we see her?” “All in good time.” She kissed him then continued, “We aren’t in any hurry are we?” “No, I suppose not, but I love you and want to marry you.” ...
First off I am a 18 year old male and am a small size for my age, my name is Tom. I live with my mom and two sisters. One sister (Sarah) is 22 and the other (Ashlee) is 14. Since my dad died at an early age it is just us 4, and we are a pretty close family. Every halloween we have a tradition where we stay and and have a small party, with just family. The big fun of it is to suprise each other with what our costumes are at the party. ...
Author's Note: A special arrangement by ’normal’ hotels worldwide allows BDSM travellers to live the lifestyle completely. This is a first story in that conceptual universe. Here we encounter the travails of a slavegirl as her mistress climbs the social ladder. Chapter 1 kinkhotels.com was created by group of business people who also made BDSM part of their lifestyle. They recognized a lapse in the market where high standard, BDSM friendly, luxury accommodation was not available to the discerning BDSM traveler. Participating hotels set aside special floors and/or whole areas within their premises that were inaccessible to non-BDSM guests. They also offered associated services and facilities. Of course, BDSM guests could avail themselves of the other, vanilla services and facilities with a proviso of keeping their activity covert. Checking in was through the normal counter but attended by a specially designated receptionist. Having booked through the site, the booking would be flagged as requiring special attention. The special receptionists would normally be lifestyle practitioners themselves, mostly slaves working the reception desk for their masters and owners. ...
Author’s Note: Dedicated to those who like secure straitjackets and powerful women. Derivative works and sequels are welcomed, but please acknowledge this work. Chapter One As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong. Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind. And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem. ...
Part 1 It had arrived by truck that morning. The delivery men had struggled to lift the crate off the truck and get it onto the moving trolley. After considerable effort they managed to move it into the space provided in the garage. After the movers had left, she looked at it and opened the attached envelope. It read: “Dear new owner. Take care of me and I will do likewise. But do not open until one week after I have arrived. From Master X” ...
Author's Note: Synopsis: Animal rights activist Lucie is not exactly excited when her highschool’s Egyptian arts teacher asks her to help with a project in the museum. - Note: It’s more of a horror story than anything else. Entomophobes beware. P.S. English is not my mothertongue, so please bear with me. “For they have seen the King appearing in power As a god who lives on his fathers And feeds on his mothers ...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. These actions should never be performed without consent. Some aspects of this story are not safe to preform. Nothing stays the same. That is the one thing I am sure of. You see, I grew up in a normal, happy family. We lived out in the country in mid-America. It used to be called Missouri, but that’s a name long since obsolete. I had a happy childhood, full of laughter and joy. I grew up, but my life was still full. I had my challenges, as anyone does, but overall life was wonderful. Then I turned twenty.. ...
Author's Note: This is fan fiction inspired by the Sabrina TV series and the ZFX/Shockwave Videos. It employs supernatural elements, so this may not be for everyone. Zelda and Hilda Spellman arrived at the house of their client, Charles Osgood, the famed explorer of all things rare and magical. Finally retiring after several decades of adventure, Charles Osgood decided that he needed to scale back his massive collection. Some he donated to museums, and still others he donated for charity auctions. However, there was still so much more left that he hired Zelda and Hilda Spellman to go through and inventory his massive collection and arrange shipment to various follow-on locations at a tidy sum for their services. ...
I had been working at 4th Plastics for about 2 weeks before I had my life changed forever by Alan. I had just recently moved to town and 4th Plastics was looking for a computer programmer to update their system. I took the job and started working a couple of days later. A few days after I started, when I was on break, a nice looking guy came into the break room. He was about 6-foot tall, blond hair and blue eyes. Since I was the only one in the room he sat down across the table from me. ...
Tori wasn’t sure how she ended up in this. Her mind was hazy, filled with half-cohesive memories and vague physical touches that lingered. She remembered responding to an advertisement for a job in the “entertainment” industry; she had been a stripper before, so what was the difference? She remembered a strikingly gorgeous woman, a hallway with many rooms and little else. These limited thoughts swirled through the cocktail that was Tori’s mind as she awoke from her reverie slowly and frighteningly. She fluttered her eyelids open, immediately closing them when the bright light hit her. Opening first her left, then her right eye, she adjusted to the harsh light of the room in an attempt to piece back together the events of the previous night. ...