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Enslavement of my soul Part Two

A story about a man enslaved for many years by a Succubus

He awoke covered in sweat, knowing what he had to do. He got out of bed and began to dress. His heart beating hard and fast, his palms sweaty, his legs feeling unsteady. The cool crispness of the night air felt good against his skin, the trees almost barren, the ground wet from the fall dew. The moon covered by drifting clouds made the shadows of the night dance as the music lead him towards...Read On

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Enslavement of my soul Part One

A story about a man enslaved for many years by a Succubus

Again the dream, sweat rolling down his face, the drugged feeling. The scent still lingering in his memory, the music floating away as the fog lifted from him. His body ached as he pulled himself from the sweat soaked sheets. He flipped the bathroom light switch,  light always seemed to ease the feeling slowly away. The ice cold water that he splashed on his face brought clarity to his...Read On

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Soullesss

The year was 1406, and Trenian was in the throes of making love to the beautiful Esmerelda. Trenian never thought he, the second son of a poor farmer, would have such a beautiful, rich woman as a lover and potential wife. He had instantly been attracted to her, he loved the way her brown-gold curls cascaded down her head and the way her green eyes pierced his soul. The way her slender...Read On

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My Minotaur Part II

In Which Lady Ailara Gives New Meaning to the term Headwind

As he worked the sturdy oars once again, I sat demurely in front of him this time, utterly cowed by the power of him. I bought him with my money, but now it was he who owned me. I studied the great muscles for perhaps the hundredth time. The disc of his bicep was pumping with each stroke, my eyes widening appreciably in time. But somehow I tore my gaze from those engorged knots of strength...Read On

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My Minotaur

In Which Lady Ailara Aquires A New Slave

My Minotaur by SizeQueenSupreme © Part 1: In which Lady Ailara buys her last slave I stepped off the boat, wrinkling my nose at the smells of peasantry. It's not that peasants are bad people of course, they just don't have the intelligence to escape their plight. Of course I was one once. I just happened to be born with a particularly ample bosom, and the brains behind it to...Read On

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Haunting

Rachel's weekend has finally begun. An irregular visitor helps her forget everyday troubles...

Long day. It was the end of a long day, at the end of a long week, and Rachel was tired. Worn out, feet aching, she had opted out of the Friday Club-a-thon with work friends, riding home to her small flat, grabbing the fixings of a quick dinner at the corner market next to the bus stop. She was shimmying out of her knee-length blue skirt even as the apartment door was closing, kicking it...Read On