War of the Worlds II - Part 9 My new friends took me, once suitably attired once more, to an underground drinking den not far from Paisley Abbey. I knew that my sister- in-law and family used to be staunch members of that church and made enquiries of my friends over a much needed libation. A wean was sent over to find out more and returned shortly after, clearly very excited, to tell us in a broad accent that ‘Aye, therth...

It has been a long, hectic, harrowing time since I have made the effort to write. A lot has happened, much of it fearful, some of it magnificent. Some of it absolutely soul destroying. It has been four long, arduous years since I fled the abominations of the bombing of London, the likes of which the world had never seen before, escaping barely with my own life - my most precious Vanessa having succumbed to the invisible a...

Your beautiful long, wavy, bright auburn hair fans out and spreads wide across the black satin-sheeted bed and down between your shoulder blades as you lie on your front, face to one side.  Your skin, pale and freckled - naked except where I have tied you in bright emerald green cotton rope. It is always a good colour on you - a striking contrast to your hair. A primary colour against the opposite secondary - red and gree...

Part 7 - Life and Love in the Hospital  I awoke to find myself in the arms of my beloved, similarly naked, pressed into my side with one leg cocked over mine. In my unconscious slumber state it would have been easy to equate her eager warm embrace with the constriction of an alien tentacle. It was obvious that there had been a very good reason for dreaming of the manipulations of said tentacle as well.    The intimate fee...

It's one o'clock on a beautiful Saturday afternoon as I walk up the gravel chipped drive to your parents house. I've informed you by text this morning to dress for a picnic. The summer sun has finally made itself known after a week of light rain, and it seems like too good an opportunity to miss.  I check my watch and ring the doorbell at the allotted time, stepping back to await your answer. I hear you shout to inform yo...

He entered the huge, magnificent double arched neo-Gothic entrance, striding slowly as if he owned the place. People's heads turned as he walked past, head held high, either thinking him an arrogant prick, or trying to remember where they knew him from - was it a television show? Frankly, my dear, he didn't give a damn. He knew what he was doing here, whom he was coming to meet. And he was looking forward to finding out h...

There was pandemonium, confusion and mayhem as we tried to exit the confessional booth. Men, women and children were running or hobbling in different directions like ants in an anthill, screaming and shouting.  I finally finished stuffing myself away and buttoning myself up, and turned to see my beloved appearing at my side, immaculate, composed, beautiful and serene. A look that she had obviously mastered in her former l...

Part 5 - The Miracle of Westminster Big Ben struck half past midnight as we entered the eastern end of the bridge. It astounded me for a second that it was little more than twelve hours since I had first laid eyes on the Contessa and Bernhardt. Yet I realised that we had a bond with each such that I knew I would lay down my life for them, and them for me. I hoped the night ahead would not prove the truth of that realisati...

Part 4 - Saturday into Sunday - The Day of the Invasion. I checked my watch - ten past ten. "We have a problem, ladies and gentlemen. The game is afoot."   There were surprised noises from the lighted table. And then a few seconds of silence as it sank in.    The Admiral insisted that he be allowed to view the scene next, to confirm my prognosis. "What a blasted lucky coincidence that we should be here to raise the alarm,...

Part 3 - The Royal Observatory at Greenwich     After releasing the Contessa from the chair she cleansed herself behind the screen with the basin of water and bar of soap that I had supplied. I would have gladly stood and watched the shadow show again, but unfortunately I did not have the same fortuitous lighting as previous, so took the time instead to clean up the apparatus and chair.     I felt guilty at having taken a...

Part 2 - Procedure   After my second pot of tea and my sandwiches I had the commissionaire flag down a Hansom Cab. The journey to my practice was uneventful, but quicker and drier than had I waited for a bus or walked.   I arrived with a good half hour to spare, and due to the fact it was the weekend and my assistants were not there I had to set about lighting the fire to heat the large granite rooms and the gas lamps for...

Saturday January 13th 1908 - the day after the warning   I had a routine back then. Since the death of my wife and unborn child during the Martian invasion eleven years previous I had needed structure in my life outside of work.    On a Saturday I started off my day with some manual relief of my morning tumescence prior to getting out of bed. It wasn't the only time I would do so, but I made sure that it was a regular par...

'yes mistress sunbeam' I said,Not two minutes ago,In my soft diminutive voice.The past two hours have taught meDue deference...'I deserve my punishment ...' I said,But I wasn't expecting this - I've never ... Trussed up like a Xmas turkey,Face down on your black silken sheet,Arse up. Wrists cuffed to ankles ...Naked ... Exposed ...Erect ... ReceivingThe attention I so cravedIn a world otherwise filled withBanality, medioc...

I want to lick youAnd kiss youAnd nibble your thighI want to smack you And bite youAnd make you cryI want to suck youEat you til youCum all over my faceI want to spank youAnd wank youTil you can't see straightAnd then pick up the pace I want to edge you For days And then let you cumI want to whip youAnd flog youJust for the funGolden showerFor hour after hourUntil I'm doneFrig you and fist youRim you and ream youFrom the...

It was a glorious day to be hitch hiking home. The early morning sun was in the high seventies, warming Kate’s skin as she walked backwards along the edge of the two-lane road. The birds were singing their sweet songs from the trees and hedges, and the roads were quiet.Still, she didn’t have to wait long for a car to pick her up. Who could resist those long slim beautifully tanned legs after all? The topless Ford Mustang...