So Far: Untitled.
Shutting off the water and throwing open the curtain i pull my arms close to my chest, the cold air taking me by surprise as i grab a towel and hastily wrap it around myself...
Bittersweet Memories pt2
I wasn't worried about the room becoming cold and waking my slave, it was the summer months here in the territory of nevada, as soon as the sun was full in the sky, the air would be hot and dry.
Bittersweet Memories pt1
I had such a cute little dragon slut for a while, although it was a very long time ago. Being a non-'morph meant there were very few things he could do in life, but that never made him sad. What he loved was to be treated like a slave... something like...
Moving Up!
Part 1: Moving Up! And that was pretty much that. The summer went by without much incident, the next day Robbie and I ended up driving to his old house and packing up as much stuff as we could before his father returned. We ended up moving the...
A Movie Script Ending
Seeing him shake from fear and cold, he took a deep breath, letting it out with a shudder and very slowly nodded to himself, answering a question asked in his own head.
What to do with a high class whore
The cold stare he gave the fem was only enhanced by the pale blue eyes krystal forgot to mention the man possessed. those eyes were a terrible color for the man's face to have, the color only made his mean look worse.
Sorting Yourself Out pt. 2
Feeling the warm light coming in from the window, my eyes slowly began to open. Sitting up a little and craning my neck to get a look at my clock, I saw that it was quarter to ten in the morning. Letting out a long sigh I flopped onto my back and...
Sorting Yourself Out pt. 1
Making our way into the cold january night, we started out walk back to our dorm. about halfway there, i turned and looked over to thad who was staring intently at me; seeing me do this made him turn away and stare straight ahead.
A Weekend Visit pt. 2
We had been taking a leisurely stroll and after about 20 minutes of slowly circling blocks making chitchat, my stomach let out a low growl. Robbie had been slowly leading me down the sidewalk, his paw clutching mine as our shoulders occasionally...
A Weekend Visit pt.1
I ran across the campus in the cool late-February rain, hood up and bag in tow, thankful for the relatively short jaunt across campus. Finally schlepping into the lecture hall for Chemistry, I plopped into my usual of the 200 seats in the auditorium....
Once In A Lifetime
My fingers were deathly cold, they always were when i was nervous but the unusually cold morning certainly didn't help as i crammed that scrap into my bag.
Coffee Date
My favorite phrase is "Fuck me." For me, it really had no sexual connotation. It really didn't mean anything. It was an expletive, something you could say when there really wasn't anything else to be said. I'm really not as cynical as that phrase...