“What had She done with me?” The thought continued to pound through my head like African drums as I watched the floors drift so painfully slowly by. The elevator seemed to move even more slowly as my frenzied impatience grew. The pointed edges of the crystal became the furious, razor-sharp fingernails of a tortured demon as I clutched it in my fist. I bared my teeth in defiant rage, as the happy ring of the elevator seemed to announce the arrival of another guest to hell. Read more…
Tag: Long Red Hair
- Author name:
- Emerald Eyes
- Publish date:
- June 16th, 2013
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As Mark entered the office he couldn’t help but notice the large portrait of Mistress Harriot, of the Harriot School for Young Men. It occupied most of one wall of the office. As he approached it almost seemed to light up, coming strangely to life, glowing so that Harriot’s dark, intense and fascinating eyes looked straight at him. Her face was stunningly beautiful – in a stern, fierce, commanding sort of way.
Mark met the portrait’s gaze coolly enough but even this confident, arrogant young man found himself ever so slightly unnerved to think that very shortly she would be right there in this very room talking to him. It made him shudder! He had been told about her reputation from his father – but Harriot in the flesh . . .awesome, hypnotic, mysterious, if this portrait was any indication – might be something else again. He warned himself to be on guard. Read more…
- Author name:
- jarod whitestaff
- Publish date:
- June 4th, 2013
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This story is dedicated to the vivacious and virtuous and voluptuous LADY KRYSTAL MESMER. It should not be read by any minor. It should not be read by anyone who is ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally {for any reason(s)} prohibited or proscribed from doing so. It should not be read by anyone who is fearful of, or uncomfortable with, the subject of feminine influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy/inspiration or the topic of mind control in any of its forms or both.
THANK YOU to Junoesque radio sports talk show host Amy Lawrence. Your recounting your Sadie Hawkins day experiences was the impetus for this tantalizing tale.
Everyone in these parts knows about that Sadie Hawkins gal. And it ain’t just because this is a small town stuck out in the middle of yuh never hurd uh no places ’round heeyarr. I reckon Sadie Hawkins wood’uh been not possible to forget no matter whereabouts she was a livin. For whatever curse’ed reason the Hawkins hant and a grossed uh hanfulls grews up here. Read more…
