I walked cautiously to the door of the King's chambers; my hand shook as I raised it up to the entry. What could the King possibly want with me? I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in," a voice stern but youthful announced. I opened the door to see the prince at his father's desk. "Close the door behind you," he responded.  I did as ordered, and walked to the front of the desk bowing respectfully.  "I'm so...

Mr. Chris Robertson was the new manager of the family business, taking over from his father at the helm of the manufacturing company. He liked the position of power and the benefits that came with the position. He had a nice new sports car, a townhouse where he could entertain, and an unrestricted credit card. He was also a complete Ass.Chris's favorite form of entertainment was to visit one of the local clubs on a Friday...

Wendy Harrison grew up just like her two big brothers, both in stature and in looks. Like her big brothers, she was almost two metres tall, with a solid build, and she looked very much like how her brothers looked. Fair to say, that's not pretty, with short mousey brown hair that kind of gave her a nondescript look. Wendy found getting work difficult after leaving high school with an average set of grades. She spent sever...

Submissive and domination were two words I knew very little about until a few years ago. It was then I met Robert at a party. We had talked about an array of things including my wife Ann. He found her to be extremely attractive and sexy, and he gloated about how lucky of a man I was. We spent the better part of the evening chatting before exchanging numbers with one another. Robert had two extra tickets to an upcoming spo...

Still decked out in full Columbia regalia, sans the crimson wig and gilded top hat, Ronni was just packing the last of the troupe's equipment into her van. Thinking she was the last one in the theatre parking lot, everyone else having dispersed for a late dinner, the sudden appearance of a stranger caught her off guard. "Excuse me." His gruff voice drifted in from behind her.Gasping with surprise and dropping the basket o...

Author's note: the Icelandic character þ is called a 'thorn' and is pronounced 'th'. So þrall is pronounced 'thrall'.The warm water pours from my ladle and sluices over his rippling muscles, carrying away with it the blood and grime and sweat and sea-salt. I caress his body with a soft rag. He has the hard muscles of a swordsman, and the pale scars too: they criss-cross his chest and back and shoulders, each pale and puck...

Sitting on your lap, hands stroking your hair.Your tongue deep in my mouth, then you kiss me everywhere.Your fingers pinching my nipples as I moan in pure hunger. Lust fills our loins, blood rushes to private parts like thunder.Quickly the flow spills over from your tip as you begin to quiver.You lay me on the bed, your body becomes my cover. Waves of pleasure our bodies share.Knowing it's wrong, but knowing we aren't goi...

In this instance, Buck couldn’t ask himself how he had gotten in this situation. He knew. When he came to this country he knew he was stepping into risky business. Any get-rich-quick scheme had its risks, but getting into the drug trade was almost begging for trouble. And when you were a foreigner becoming part of an established illegal enterprise, well, what could you expect?But he was in his late thirties and had nothin...

After a few months of posturing tough against their persistent flirting and cajoling me, I took pity on my hubby and his dear friend. I knew they wanted to get me between them and get between my legs. I decided to play ball. I had guessed very well that my hubby fabricated a fancy story of his friend Dev's wife getting worked up due to a mischief made by Dev of fondling my boobs on the day of Holi festival. It was a cheap...