I wake up within a dream and it's very dark in my bedroom. Something has woken me, but I'm not sure what. I hear very slight creaks in the floorboards. Did I just hear something, or is it my imagination? I can't be sure, but I'm afraid. I start to think that I didn't hear anything. After all, the sound was so soft that I could have easily been mistaken. I st...
Fierre is an 18 year old French Duellist in the city of Demacia. Standing at 5'10 he is smaller than many other fighters his age. Clothed from neck to toe in a skin tight black bodysuit which hugs the plump cheeks of his bum enticingly. Two long silvery white boots, the edges lined with a gold tint. Some leg guards coloured the same with a matching pair on h...
It wasn't meant to be like this. Solitude, harmony, peace. It wasn't much to ask for.... I went there to find myself, but I didn't know that the journey would be so....well, so "everything", really. Everything so terrifying that even writing this now, my hands tremble from the memory. I left for the seclusion of the jungle shortly after my 29th birthday....
EDITOR'S NOTE: Story contains nonconsentual sex. * The first excerpt I played was a total mess, my bow was shaking so much I couldn't even draw it across the cello. The second excerpt in the audition was even worst, as well as having bow shakes my right hand seized up and I came in late after every pause. By the end of the third excerpt Ron called out for...
(This is the first chapter of what I hope to continue as a erotic and historical story... I'd really appreciate any feedback you may have - it really does help! The feedback I got for my previous story was very welcome and very useful!) Now, sit back and enjoy ;-) Alexander had gained mastery over the known world when he had defeated the once might King...
I tip the cute baggage handler as he places my luggage on the hotel bed. I had visited Guadalajara, Jalisco Mexico once before, during the cool days of March. Here I am again, alone this time. I decide to leave the hotel and go for a walk, take in the view, and see the people and the culture. I get lost and cannot figure out how to get back to the hotel. I e...
[I'm just finishing up chapter three, so expect a new chapter soon! As always, I love feedback of any kind! I know it's a short chapter, but the next one will be longer. Also, I'd like to thank triple22 for editing! Edit:: I'd just like to apologize to everyone, I had no idea until a few days ago that there was a problem with random bolded paragraphs. Hopefu...
There's one more chapter to get this back to the beginning! 5 * * * * * * The knock on my door was unexpected. I was cooking dinner for Paul and I, waiting for him to get back with some clean clothes from his flat. I was surprised to see Cam on my doorstep alone. It was rare to see him without Emily these days, but I couldn't begrudge him that, I knew h...
cough... cough the new guy just sits there looking at you with a sexual attraction. You are the recruiter for a new fighting league in Brooklyn, New York. Your the newest staff member and one of the only people who is not attracted to men. ""So argh... so you have any experience?"" you ask smiling not trying to get attacked by this guy. &...
Peter Russell stepped out of his car and looked up at the building before him. 'Block G, level 4, room 417,' he muttered to himself under his breath, glancing down at the key in his hand. All around him anxious parents were fussing round their kids, helping them with boxes, bags and suitcases. Pete slung his backpack over his shoulder, pulled his case from...