Author's note: This is the penultimate chapter. Thanks so much for everyone who read, commented, and emailed. When Love Takes Over Chapter 9 ***** It took me a long time to sleep that night. I've never been a great sleeper; don't get me wrong, I love sleeping, it's just that I've been prone to insomnia since I was a child. In fact, I remember lying in b...
Prologue The Dronar were advancing. Their blanched and deformed bodies illuminated by the moon light. As more ships appeared, carrying what seemed like an endless horde, the men began to lose hope. There was no end in sight. "Majesty." Girart looked to Guillame. "I suggest we retreat. We're no match for these creatures." "If we give up, what will stop the...
By six a.m. Alex was out of the tent and jogging down Anderson road toward Williams Road to explore the summer countryside of Maine. At that early morning hour it was quiet and peaceful. On his return, he took the part of Anderson road that hugged Bunganut Lake. When he re-entered the campground he passed by campsite B1; Steve's location. He slowed. Out in...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
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Chapter 1 It's a pleasantly warm evening in the Phalloji Village. The occasional carriage rolls by the trail between the lively taverns and brothels illuminating the sleeping twilight dusk as the stars begin to shimmer above with the moon just peering beyond the horizon of Aphrodita Island. Aphrodita Island is no center of malice or filth, as it used to be...
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There you are. In the bathroom of the hotelroom you took to explore your kinky side. You always wanted to know what its like to suck a cock and take a load. Something about Dicks seems to mesmerize you. Because of that you decided to take a hotelroom over a weekend and see if you find a seizable cock to blow the night. To top if of you even bought a housemai...
As so many of you know, giving up a fetish or secret desire is not easy. As a straight man in a committed relationship, I was, for the most part, sexually content. However, my mind wandered to a time when I had my needs met by an older gentleman who administered punishment and saw to my sexual release. Walking into his house was a feeling unlike any other....
"You called for me, Velaku?" Mishtar was a strong warrior, his form slim like all bird Carthera but with long, lean muscles cording his body and magnificent black and brown wings held proudly behind him. He was the epitome of our warriors, a Carthera most worthy of respect. He had risen through the ranks quickly after he mated and became the leader for the...