This is ramblings about me, who I am and a few strange situations in my life as seen and experienced from my point of view. Believe what you will, not what you don’t, if you have questions lemme know. Anonymity emboldens me so I’ll be more candid and unrestrained in my honesty.
Nawana is a 30-year-old Creole seductress from New Orleans, eternally appearing 23, with smooth deep-bronze skin, full curves, heavy breasts, and a shaved, perpetually slick cunt. She wields absolute temporal dominion—pausing, rewinding, fast-forwarding time at will. Ruthlessly dominant, she turns lovers into frozen instruments of her pleasure, looping orgasms, healing marks only to inflict them again, squirting violently while they remain locked in ecstasy. Nomadic and insatiable, her hunger gr
Little did Doris know when she took the secretarial job offer from Romily Manor, the nature of the duties she was to perform. She hadn't counted on being a paid playmate for Mildred Wynton's twenty-five-year- old retarded son. Her horror deepened even further at the realization that she had to share her voluptuous body with the degenerate doctor and Mrs. Wynton's lascivious chauffeur. Mrs. Wynton was the mistress of the manor in name, but it was Doris's lush young body that held the title!
From the Crazy in Carson saga This is the first part of what I call the Gil saga. During my time living with Gil he drained me of my vital energy and I lost interest in everything I loved. I even stopped writing and hooking up with people. I tell this story to explain my absence to my few fans because during this period of my life I dropped off the face of the earth without a word. This story intertwines with Fire of the Mountain and Written in the Stars.
A young woman, recovering from leg and hip injuries, finds herself increasingly confined under her doctor’s overcautious care. As her dependence deepens, she senses both genuine concern and a troubling warmth in his attention—leaving her unsure where compassion ends and control begins.
Bartholomew Cranton's misdemeanour in the Spring of 1885, whilst fantasising about the sternly dominant Madam Hermione Hartwick, leads to a situation he could never have dreamed of. A low and perverted but seemingly innocuous act within a stable, leading to a life of eternal service... and acts he could never have dreamed of either.
This story is a dark mystery, a horror story full of evil acts, and a woman's journey to regain memories of her life while trying to remember what happened on October 31st, ten years earlier.