This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. In memory of my aunt. A slut of epic levels and magnitude. And a heart of gold. There is no revenge and divorce here. In fact, this is a fictionalized story of a couple in the sixties, seventies and early eighties in Greece and the US. ***** "Mrs. Mavrides, you asked to see me?" asked Aris Adamakos. "...
Everyone in the story is over 18 years old. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains scenes of graphic sex and adult themes and should NOT be read by minors or anyone that might be offended by such filth. This story bends reality and does not rely on truth or anything resembling real life, it is pure fantasy and...
There was a burning in my chest, and as I shot upright, I felt the overwhelming urge to throw up. I cast a panicked look around, then leaned over the edge of the cart in which I was apparently being carried, and retched, spewing a thick, green bile out in painful, heaving spurts. "Fuck, stop for a sec!" Casey called out, and I felt a pair of arms wrapping...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
Two years after the discovery of Gliese 948c, the lab-frigate "Darwin 9" rested on the surface of the large, green planet. It was an old craft with a crew of only 52 scientists and 7 well-armed scouts. With so many new planets to explore, the Alliance couldn't spend a lot resources on a planet so far away, regardless of the fact that it had an impressive res...
From the Chronicles of Saint Aston Twas the Year Seven-Seventeen of our Lord when we lost the great city of Constantine in the East to the army of Maslimas Adalmalus. The treacherous Cain Terbelis broke faith with Leo the Syrian, and let the Saracens have Christendom's greatest jewel for a tawdry bribe of trinkets and baubles. The paynim foe swarmed over th...
Except when absolutely necessary Colonel Ingrid von Schitt seldom made the conversion from a human vampire into her bat form. After transforming into a bat a few minutes ago she flew over a forest stretching kilometers in all directions. Midnight had fallen, along with all her schemes. Himmler would be livid when he found out, but von Schitt had much to do...
Chapter Five No idyll ever lasts and ours was shorter than most. We were summoned back to the real world by Niall hammering on the door. "Martin, get up! Looks like we've got company!" My heart sank and a sick feeling permeated the rosy glow. I rose and dressed as quickly as I could with Angela following suit. About two minutes later we joined the twins in...
Earth Algonquin Park Dungeon, Ontario August 17, 2019 09:23 EDT Ben shrugged when I looked over to him. "It's a common boss when dealing with skeletons." "Well, we're going to have to come up with something to deal with them," I said, turning my attention back to the four bosses. "It should be a lot easier with you in your dragonkin form, or your Seotr...
David slept soundly until the room was quite light, around 6am. He got up and went to the bathroom, then went back to bed intending to sleep a little longer. This proved optimistic, so he made himself a green tea and downloaded the newspaper he subscribed to on his iPad, thankful for the hotel's fast WiFi. He tried not to think too much about Claire and the...