Teaser from Engaged & Enslaved (Slut University, Book One)

The rest of the week was more or less the same, the only real change being how many men she had to take during her private lessons and which holes they used the most. Friday it was five again, six including her instructor, and they used her cunt hard, leaving her with twelve loads dripping down her legs and the knowledge that she was not allowed to shower before Jake came to get her for the weekend. He was prepared, however, and had a towel on the passenger seat. Her bag had already been taken out to him, and so when her last lesson was done she went straight outside, eager to see him again. He was leaning against the car, waiting, and she practically flew down the stairs and in to his arms. He held her tight for a long while before saying,

“Let me get a good look at you.”

She took a step back and turned slowly, letting him take it all in. Jake loved the uniform on her, loved how it showed off every curve of her body. Doing something he had always wanted to, Jake said,

“Turn around and bend over, Allie.”

She was shocked, but did as she was told. Her skirt rode up and he could see the plug filling her tight little ass and her cunt lips, still puffy from use. Cum was still leaking out, and he smiled.

“You may stand up and get in the car.” He said, opening the door for her. Just because she was turning in to a total slut was no reason for him not to be a gentleman to her, at least some of the time. They got in and he headed for home.

“So, how many cocks did you take today?” He asked casually.

“Six, Sir.” The words sounded strange to her again, considering who she was speaking to.

“And how many loads of cum?” The questions didn't seem to phase Jake one bit. In fact, she could see his cock beginning to rise under his jeans.

“Twelve, Sir.”

“In which hole?”

“My cunt, Sir.”

“Very good. Have you taken cock anywhere else this week?”

“Yes, Sir. I've taken it in my slut hole and in my face fuckhole, Sir.” The answers were coming more naturally now.

“And have you taken cum in both?”

“No, Sir, I didn't take any in my face fuckhole. Only my ass and my cunt, and on my tits.”

Jake had never heard Allie – or any woman, for that matter – refer to her body parts in this manner, and it was all he could do not to pull over and take her on the side of the road.

“Did you enjoy taking it up the ass?”

“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed taking cock up my ass, and it felt good when they shot their cum inside it.”

“Very good! You've worn your plug all week?”

“Yes, Sir. I'm even starting to like it, Sir.”

“Wonderful. Now, Allie, from now on you will address me as Master unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She was slightly shocked, but nodded and said,

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good girl. While we are at home, you are to remain completely naked except for your heels, unless I give you something to wear. You are to apply your make-up each morning just as you do at school. When we go out, I will choose your clothing, and when we return you will go immediately to the bed room, strip and put away your clothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had never heard Jake talk like this, or sound so authoritative, so in control, and she found that she liked it immensely. Calling him Master only felt strange to her because it felt so right, so natural, as did obeying him immediately when they got home. Allie went straight to the bedroom and stripped from her uniform, placing the top and skirt in the hamper. She was standing by the bed in nothing but her heels when he came in with her bag.

“Good girl.” He said, setting her bag by the door and walking to her. He ran his hands over her body and a little moan escaped.

“Aww, is my little nympho getting hot again?” He teased, knowing full well that she always responded to his touch.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, what?” He asked, fondling her ample breasts.

“Yes, Master, your little nympho is getting hot again.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Then go into the living room and kneel on the towel on the couch, facing the back of it.” He'd always wanted to fuck her this way.

Legs shaking, Allie did as she was told. When she was in position, he told her to spread her cheeks and removed the plug. After being stuffed almost constantly all week and having had her ass fucked hard so many times, the plug came out easily. Jake walked around in front of her and pointed his hard cock at her mouth.

“Suck my cock, slut. Get it good and hard and wet.”

To her surprise, Allie was already salivating at the thought of having his cock – her Master's cock – in her mouth, and happily set to sucking it. He rested a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed and licked and sucked, taking it as deep as she could. Jake had never felt her suck his cock this way, never heard her moan so loudly around it, and found that he couldn't take it as long as he would have liked. He was going to have to get used to his fiancée being such a slut. He pulled his cock from her warm, wet mouth and she whimpered a little. He chuckled.

“Don't worry, you'll get to suck it more later.”

He positioned himself behind her and commanded her to spread herself once again. Wetting the tip of his cock from her still-dripping pussy, he poised it at her other hole and said,

“Do you know which hole I'm getting ready to use, slut?”

“Yes, Master. You're going to use my slut hole.” She answered, her voice thick with desire.

“Very good.”

With that, he began to push and was surprised at how easily his cock slipped in. She really was getting used to having her ass stuffed and used, and he was thrilled. He began to move, and instead of the whimpers he had been used to before, he heard her moaning. Quickening his pace, he said,

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes, Master.” She panted.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my little slut talk dirty.”

“I love how your thick, hard cock feels in my slut hole, Master.” She began. “I've needed your cock so badly all week! Mmmm, yes, Master, your slut loves taking it up the ass! It feels so good, Master!”

“And I love what a dirty slut my future wife is turning in to! Look at you, bent over the couch, having your ass fucked and loving it. You like having your ass stuffed, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Master, I love having my ass stuffed!”

“Good, because you're getting a bigger plug in it when I'm done with it!”

Gripping her hips hard as the men at the university had done, Jake pounded in to her ass like he had always wanted, hard and fast, and she moaned loudly under him. He held off his orgasm for as long as he could, wanting to savor the experience before finally succumbing to the pleasure.

“I'm about to cum in your ass.” He said, his voice a low growl.

“Yes! Yes, please, cum in my ass, Master! Please cum in my slut hole! I need it, Master, please!” She begged, her mind once more foggy, barely able to focus on anything.

“Oh, god!” he groaned. She'd never begged before, for anything, let alone for him to cum in her ass, and it sent Jake over the edge, cock pulsing as he filled her completely with his load. He had just enough presence of mind as he climaxed to say,

“Cum for me, slut!”

Allie's hand quickly found her clit and before she knew it she was cumming hard, spasming as he continued to pump in and out of her tender hole. The feeling of his hot cum, her Master's hot cum, was different than any of the men who had deposited their load in her at school and she orgasmed again and again. When finally the waves turned to ripples, they both collapsed on to the couch. Jake held Allie close, stroking her hair, until they had both caught their breath. Then it was back up the way she had been, cheeks spread as he applied lube to the plug she had been sent home with. It was slightly larger than the one she had been wearing when he picked her up, just enough so that she would feel the difference. A little initial resistance, and then the plug slid in smoothly. Allie groaned, feeling it stretch and fill her. She was coming to really enjoy having her ass plugged.

“There, all full.” Jake said, patting the end of the plug. “Now, let's go clean up. I'm thinking dinner and a movie tonight.”

100th Follower thank you teaser, from the as-yet untitled fifth book!

In celebration of reaching 100 followers on Twitter, I have decided to give you all a little sneak-peek at The Society Series Book Five.  It's still a work in progress, of course, but there are already some very steamy and sweet scenes featuring the heroine Annie and her gorgeous Irish Master, Sean.  After her ordeal in book four (yup, have to read it to find out!), Sean is slowly starting Annie's training in preparation for something big that's coming either at the end of book five or the start of book six.

When he shut and locked the door, I knew what to do. I slowly stripped off my clothing and, folding it, placed it back on top of the dresser. He put his on the bed, then sat on the couch. I was trembling as I made my way to kneel in front of him again.

"Din'na be afraid, lass. Tis jest me." He was stroking my head again.

"I'm trying not to be, Sir."

"I know. D'ye think ye can start on yer own, or dew ye need me ta guide ye?"

"I...I don't know, Sir." I knew how to do it. What I didn't know was if I could make myself. He took one of my hands and placed it on him.

"Ye can start that way, pet." I shivered a little at that name. It had become a favorite for both of us.

I ran my hand up and down his cock, the skin soft around his hardness. He watched me intently.

"Can ye give it a kiss, sweetheart?" He asked. I had to laugh at the cheesiness of it.

"Yes, Sir, I think I can do that."

"Go ahead then, pet."

I lowered my lips and gave the tip a kiss, breathing deep. The smell of him was familiar and comforting. Feeling brave I darted my tongue out to taste him. He gave a quiet moan.

"Good girl." His voice was getting lower, the green of his eyes deepening with desire.

Taking another deep breath, I forced myself to stick my tongue out further and run it in a quick circle around the tip. Sean shuddered. I have always enjoyed giving my Master pleasure, and seeing his reactions to me egged me on. Still shaking just a little, I took the tip in to my mouth and ran my tongue around it again. He moaned louder.

"Tha's my good girl."

Little by little, keeping my eyes open to prevent myself from having a flashback, I took more of him in to my mouth. Every time I looked up, he was looking right back in to my eyes, and I could see the love and concern in his, along with the desire. I had to get past this. I pulled back and began to run my tongue up and down the length of him. I couldn't ever remember actually giving him a blowjob in this manner. He definitely looked like he was enjoying it. I slid my mouth back down his cock, stopping just before it hit my throat. I definitely wasn't ready for that yet. Back up, then down again and soon I had a rhythm going. His muscles were tense from forcing himself to remain still. Every now and then I would pull back again and use my tongue or focus just on the head. He stroked my hair, head back, eyes closed. After only a few minutes, he told me to stop.

"I din'na want ta cum this way with ye yet."

I flushed again. I knew he was holding back because of my fear.

"It's alright, Sir. I mean, if you want to...you know."

"If ye can say it, then I will." He was looking in to my eyes again.

"It...it's alright if...if you want t...to cum...in my...mouth, Sir." I had to force myself to say it.

"Say it again, but din'na use Sir."

"It's alright...if you want to...cum...in my mouth, Master." I repeated, using the alternative term. I was still getting used to his preferences on that sort of thing.

"Tell ye what pet, wait right there." He stood and went to the chest at the foot of our bed, coming back with our Hitachi wand. It was the one toy I wasn't afraid of. He put a pillow between my knees to elevate the wand and hold it in place, then turned it on about half way. In seconds I was on the verge of cumming.

"How does tha' feel, pet?"

"Good, Master."

"Good. Now, tell me again."

It was becoming increasingly difficult to think, let alone speak. That was exactly what he wanted.

"It's alright if you...want to cum...in my mouth, Master." I was panting between words instead of pausing, struggling to hold back my orgasm.

"Alright, then. Back ta what ye were doin', pet."

I took him in my mouth again, feeling the beginnings of my old hunger returning. The wand buzzed away between my legs. I had to focus completely on his cock to keep myself from cumming until he allowed me to. I was loosing control quickly.

"Cum fer me, pet. I know ye need ta." Instantly I did, moaning around his cock. "Ah, god! Cum fer me again, Annie!" My moaning felt incredible to him and when I did just that while cumming a second time for him I felt his cum begin to fill my mouth. I was so lost in my own pleasure that there was no room for me to be afraid. I swallowed without even thinking about it.

"Good girl." He stroked my head as he came down from his climax, still firmly in my mouth. When he began to go soft, I sat back. I was still shaking, but this time from the wand still between my legs.

"Ye did very well, pet. Cum fer me again."

Somehow, without even really trying, he had managed to train me to cum on command for him. I moaned loudly as my third climax hit. Moments later, he turned off the wand and I collapsed forward on to the couch, panting.

Teaser from Slut University Series Book One, Freshman Year: Engaged and Enslaved

This teaser is from my second series, Slut University.  This series is shared universe with The Society Series, and eventually there may be some cross over between the two.  I'm doing this series in a rather unique way.  It is broken down in to "years" - freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.  Each year will consist of four novellas that will eventually be combined in to one larger book to make a set of four.  This series focuses on Jake and his fiance, Allie.  Jake has been married once before, to a rather prudish woman who berated him for his needs and desires.  Now, he's determined to mold his sweet, willing Allie in to his perfect slut.  The teaser scene below is taken from Allie's first day at the University.


It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

Teaser from my just released The Society Series Book Four, Vanished!

The Society Series fourth book, Vanished!, is now available!  This time, we get to see a side of Annie that, until now, has not been shown on this level her submission to Sean deepens.  In honor of this morning's release of the book, I have decided to share this little tid-bit with you, dear reader, and I hope you enjoy it.

I was still hesitant about swimming at night, but I knew he'd be there with me and I knew that this estate was completely safe. I changed and followed him out to the pool. The heater had been turned on for us, the lights off and it felt surprisingly like swimming the pond I'd grown up with when I'd go swimming at night in the middle of summer. Sean reclined against the edge of the pool as I did several laps, waiting for me to surface. When I finally did, he motioned for me to join him.

“Enjoying the water, pet?” There was that name again, and the wave of desire to go with it.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Enjoying bein' m'pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” I couldn't help giggling, the wetness building between my legs again.

Sean pulled me against him, kissing me hard. My arms went around his neck, eyes closed, loosing myself in the moment. They flew open again when I felt his hand between my legs, nudging my bathing suit aside.

“Here, Sir?” I looked around nervously.

“Din'na worry, pet, no one can see us.”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was shaking again.

He held me close, one finger circling my clit. Sliding two fingers inside, he murmured,

“My sweet pet. So ready again.”

“Yes, Sir. I...I can't help it!” I gasped.

“I din'na want ye tew, pet. I love knowin' ye get wet fer me sew easily.” His fingers were moving, his thumb making firm little circles on my clit. “Now, cum fer me, pet.”

I shuddered against him as the orgasm hit.

“Good girl, Annie. That's my good pet.” He kissed me again, pushing in a third finger. I groaned against his mouth.

“Ye like bein' full like that, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Cum, pet.” He kissed me to stifle the moaning he knew was coming, which only served to intensify the moment.

“Good girl, pet.” I could feel his lips moving against mine as he spoke. “Cum fer me, pet. Tha's it, keep cumming.” His fingers wiggled and pumped, his thumb insistent. My body obeyed his order, my mind going foggy and blank.

After several minutes of near continuous orgasm, he stopped and withdrew his fingers. I felt desperately empty. With little effort he pulled me to the stairs and carried me from the pool, setting me down on a chair to dry me off.

“Dew ye want more, pet?”

I nodded.

“Can ye walk?”

“I...I think so.”

“Follow me.”

On trembling legs I followed Sean from the poolside patio back to our suite. Once we were out of our wet bathing suits, Sean pulled back the covers on the bed and motioned for me to lay down. Turning off the lights, he joined me, pulling me against him.

“I love yew, Annie.” I could just barely see his face in the pale light coming through the window.

“I love you too, Sean.”

“I want ye ta feel safe with me, safe bein' mine.”

“I do. Actually, I think I feel safer knowing I'm yours.” My voice was barely a whisper.

“Can I hear ye say it?”

“I'm yours, Sir.”

“Yes, ya certainly are little one. And I'll nae let anyone hurt ye again.”

“Thank you.”

“Sew, ye really like it when I call ye pet?”

“Yes, Sir.” The trembling returned.

“Dew ye still want more, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Such a horny little pet, aren't ye?” He pressed his hand between my legs, feeling the heat there. I nodded.

With little prodding my legs opened and his fingers were inside me, Sean propped up on his other arm so he could see my face. Within seconds I was panting under him, my hips moving on their own. It began again.

“Cum, pet.” Those words were all it took to push me over the edge each time he said them until I was a quivering, incoherent puddle on the bed.

“Dew ye want me inside ye, pet?” His voice cut through my haze of pleasure. I nodded.

“I can'na hear ye, pet. Say yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master.” I barely managed to get the words out.

“Tell me what ye want, pet.”

Geek Time: My Doctor Who Theory

I have a confession to make. I am a Whovinite. A Whovinite is to a Whovian what a Trekker is to a Trekkie, or so it has been described to me. That said, you might be expecting my theory to have something to do with sex, or kink or the like. Given the nature of my writing, that assumption is understandable. It is also, perhaps surprisingly, incorrect.  With the 50th anniversary special looming near, this has been on my mind more and more, even as I struggled to finish the edit on my newest book.

Sadly, I did not grow up with the Doctor like so many I know. I was introduced about two years ago by my husband, who was lucky enough to grow up watching it (re-runs, mostly) with his Dad. Yes, I was introduced through the new series. Just watch one. That's how he got me. Next thing I knew I was watching one after the other on Netflix, thoroughly addicted. He got me into the original series the same way, though we started with his favorite,  the fourth.

Anywho, I promised you a theory. I know there are a lot of them going around right now, with Clara now the official companion, the 50th anniversary a few days away and the Christmas special regeneration fast approaching.  And, of course, who could forget the lost regeneration, the "war doctor", John Hurt. Right or wrong, this is mine.

It all starts with Asylum of the Daleks. Yes, the evil pepperpots hate anyone and anything that is not a Dalek.  They know pretty much every species in the galaxy. Actually, they seem to have a pretty extensive knowledge of everything in general.  After Souffle Girl, however, there is one thing they don't know - who the Doctor is.  Not only that, but they don't seem to have any clue what his species is, which would imply that they no longer know what a Time Lord is either.  While it seems obvious that this would mean the Doctor would have an easier time defeating them, there is also a larger and much less obvious  (in this writer's opinion) meaning.  

  Let's step back in time, shall we?  Back past Ten, and Nine, to the original series.  To a time when the Doctor sported a tell-tale mop of curls, a floppy hat and an impossibly long scarf.  That's right.  I'm talking about the fourth Doctor here.  During his time in the TARDIS, he was sent to the moment of the Dalek's creation.  He had the chance to stop them from existing, and didn't.  Sure, the Daleks had appeared previously, but this was a major defining moment in their history with the Doctor.  

  Stepping forward a bit, we see the beginning of the Time War.  Time Lords vs the Daleks in a battle for all of reality.  We're lucky enough to have gotten a small glimpse at what it must have been like in the recently released short, The Night of The Doctor, and even just that tidbit shows good reason for something that has only been mentioned once or twice.  The Time Lock.  Somewhere out there in the universe, the war rages on in an endless loop, each side doing it's damnedest to destroy the other.  While the Daleks most definitely hate everything non-Dalek, they seem to have a special kind of hatred for the Time Lords and from everything I can tell the most common theory on this is that it's because of the Doctor and their encounters. 

  Now, back to semi-present day.  They don't know who or what he is.  They have no memory of the Doctor, or of Time Lords in general.  They may hate him on principal now, but it's the same hatred they have for everything else that isn't a Dalek.  This brings me to my theory.  With all of this having been completely wiped from the collective Dalek memory bank, it would seem to me that there would have been no reason for this epic war to have begun in the first place.  No Time War means no Time Lock, no destruction of the Time Lord race at all.  All of this leads me to the core of my theory - the show is preparing for the return of the Time Lord race.

  Yeah, I said it.  I think they are coming back.  Dalek theory aside, we're coming up on a regeneration.  The twelfth, or thirteenth if you count the one going from Eight to John Hurt's War Doctor.  Then that's it.  The end of the line.  No more regenerations.  Could this mean no more Doctor Who?  Blasphemy!  It just means they have to find a plausible way around the regeneration limits imposed when the show first began, something that has been hinted at in interviews over the last few years.  If we look back to the original series once again, we see that the council of the Time Lords can grant a new regeneration, or series of, if they see fit.  What better way to get around our own beloved Time Lord reaching the end of his than by bringing back his home planet and with it his entire species?

  Looking at it purely from a production stand point, think of the new story lines!  The new twists and turns, new enemies and adventures!  With bringing back the Time Lord race, they would have episode material for years to come, and with the raging success of the reboot, why wouldn't they want to do something like that?

Anyway, these are simply my thoughts on the matter.  We shall see what happens after Saturday!