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Archive for February, 2010

The Gift

I didn’t get nervous until after the hostess left me, naked and trussed up like a Christmas turkey, with a leather ring snug around the base of my cock and balls and a string of large, heavy stainless steel beads up my arse.

I sort of wished she’d stay a while. She wanted to, I could tell. She knows I swing both ways. Her dark eyes gleamed with far more than professional interest when she lubed me up and started working my hole with her fingers, loosening me until she could slip the anal beads one by one inside me. (more…)

The Games People Play Ch. 3 & 4

“~Disclamer- WWF and all related wrestlers do not belong to me. Reina Thurston/Mistress Blue Rose and Serj are wrestlers from my imagination. This work is a work of my overactive imagination, and soley for entertainment purposes~”

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Ch.3- Time to Play the Game

Reina woke up and reached across the bed, only to find that she was alone. Again. That fucking bastard. This was the eighth time in the last month that Kevin had left after she had fallen asleep. She knew where he was, and offhandedly wondered how much money he spent on late night flights running to Scott. Bastards. They deserved each other. (more…)

The Darkest Fears

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“Disclaimer: I don’t own Neverwinter Nights, Bioware, or the characters Valen and Deekin. I do own Callia Blackhawk and her sword.

I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to vote and leave feedback. ^.~ ”

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*CHAPTER 1 *

Feeling another nightmare coming, Callia instinctively snuggled up to Valen and sighed quietly. Her tense muscles relaxed as she felt the warmth of his body, and her fists slowly unclenched when she rested her head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat calmed her down instantly. (more…)

The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 47

*Disclaimer*: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.

*Householdings *

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Morrighu looks at Valen, “Have you any idea about hiring servants? I don’t even know where to begin.”

He shrugs, “I’m sure that Durnan and Mhaere will be able to recommend some people. If not, I’m sure that there’s some sort of a guild for that here.” (more…)

The Crush Ch. 02

Donato’s is an Italian restaurant frequented by the high-brows, the power brokers including the Mafia and Milo chose to go there because of its juiciest steaks, legendary Martini, red-leather booths and the dim-lighting of an old social room.

Charlize was groomed to the eyeball in a plunging satin burgundy sheath- a Collette Dinnigan creation. Milo was in dark Armani suit jacket and midnight blue shirt with narrow red leather neck tie. His handsome face was a tad touch of Jan-Michael Vincent in the younger years. What a dashing couple they made. They caught admiring glances and stares as they made their way across the room following the maitre ‘d. Recognizable faces like Muhammad Ali and Eric Clapton stared. Well, let them drool over her mini dress that displayed her endless legs. She had a penchant for rockers but right now Milo is thee ‘man’ of the hour. (more…)

The Chronicles of Valen Ch. 49

*Disclaimer*: Valen, Nathyrra, The Seer, and several of the other characters are the property of Bioware. If you’ve played the game, you’ll recognize them. The rest is the invention of my twisted little imagination, including Morrighu Badb and the goddess she serves.

*The Devil You Say*

Nathyrra wanders into the tap room to see what all the fuss is about. She’s heard all the scurrying up and down the stairs as well as the boy crying.

She scans the room, catches Valen’s departing back, and then settles on Morrighu sitting at a table in the corner of the room. She wanders over, her feline grace drawing several longing stares from some of the more inebriated male patrons. (more…)