I'm not going to bore you with a big intro, just a friendly reminder that comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated and encouraged. ***** The chairs to either side of him moved. Lucien kept his eyes firmly on his drink as Devon and Remi flanked him. Zak sat on Remi's right and Seth to Devon's left. "We'll have whatever he's having," Remi told the G...
Greg scrambled to get everything just right. He set up the poker table his wife had recently bought for such an occasion as this. He made sure all the hors devours were cooking properly and he checked to see that all the drinks were chilled. Once that was all checked he hurried to Jaclyn's room to prepare her outfit for the evening. Jaclyn had been plannin...
Author's Note: Another story in the Love & Disrespect series, a set of short stories focusing on varying types of disrespect in marriages and the resulting fallout. Levels of infidelity without actual intercourse and other forms of betrayal will be explored. These stories will appear in various categories (primarily Loving Wives and Non-Erotic) depending...
'Not bad' Miriam thought to herself, as she tried on the dress she had recently ordered online. 'Miriam, you're not bad at all...' At forty-four she was still a very attractive woman, and on her better days she knew it. Sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of herself in a mirror or shop window and knew that she could still turn heads. But twenty-one years of marr...
"Mistress..." "Mistress Brandt..." "Mistress, I need to use the loo," 'Hmmm," sighed a sleepy voice. "Mistress, please, I need to use the loo," Miriam rolled toward me until we faced each other. Her half-open eyes stirred erotic thought in me despite my urgent need. Her disheveled blonde hair made her look like an adolescent's wet dream. She was st...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is unlike my usual fare, in that there is no corruption of innocence or turns to evil, but there is a transformation of sorts towards the end. Also, this story does not take place in the more light/self-aware universe of the Morgana stories. To make that difference more prominent, the faeries here are a mishmash of the Celtic/Germanic ty...
It had been a clean kill. The trap had punctured a major artery, he guessed, and the stoat had quickly bled out. Tovor was far happier that way; a quick death for the creature, and a pelt less damaged by desperate attempts to free itself. Often times, particularly with larger animals, he found them still struggling with the trap when he came around, perhaps...
I couldn't believe I was actually going through with it; I was sitting in the plane. I was on my way to Las Vegas, for the Sexlympics! I never thought I'd be chosen, I never expected to actually get to this stage. But there I was. Sitting in the plane. Wondering what on Earth I just got myself into. Let me back up. One day I was at home, watching porn, whe...
*This is the first of a planned four-part series. Please let me know if you like this chapter/narrative and whether or not you want the series to proceed. All characters, unless otherwise specified, are 18 or older. Warning: there is a lot of texting in this story. If Lindsay is texting, it will be bolded with the designation L: If Stacy is texting, it w...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....