In a circle around it there were six pillars reaching up to the vaulted ceiling, but it was what was in front of three of the pillars that held Emily'... torch beam.They looked like most of a metal mannequin, missing the arms and legs, heavily engraved and liberally fitted with small D-rings. Some metallic straps and rings seemed to be attached to the very bottom and a chain ran from the crotch to the column. Most of the mannequins were still covered in dust and filled with bones, but Ruth had. He was writing. He was always writing. He was writing about her; no doubt another epic tale to be included in his legends, another ode to his goddess.‘I need to put that magnificently imaginative mind of his to work on something more productive than writing odes about me…’ she decided. ‘I’ll bet he can fix this mood I’m in – give me something worthwhile to do until the resources of the great ship are available again.’Béla leaned against the doorway and gazed into the library. Jeff had his back. I mean no disrespect, and any actions/thoughts/words in this story are purely fictional and purely my own.Taco BelleBy Janice DreamerCopyright © 1999I stared at my email window. I'd been dreading this moment for some time. But I knew it was coming. It *had* to come? eventually. Ever since I'd written the story, I knew it was going to be posted. Now I was finally looking at it. Everyone who used to know me as an online author could now read all about my ultimate humiliation.* * * * * * * *. Liz peered into Mike's eyes and said, “The best thing about my gift I got myself is that it keeps on giving.”Liz jumped up onto the bed. Standing over Mike she buried her fingers into her pussy. Liz pulled her fingers out and lifted them to her face. She gazed at her slick fingers for a moment. Liz looked down at Mike and giggling she said, “My pussy is soaking wet.” Liz looked down at the huge phallus, then back at Mike, and smiled. Liz lowered herself so the large head was once again at the.