In Hell, past the Plains of Torment and the Glades of Misery, but not quite as far as the Screaming Sea, there was a small series of rolling hills that didn't have a name. There were no trees, the grass was brown and wilted, and everytime one sat down anywhere you'd find a rock that had simply appeared underneath where your rear end was going to be. Despite...
Thursday morning, it was all Azalea could do to leave her apartment and start her day. Even once she was ready to head out, she debated with herself for a good half hour whether it was safe to take on her day. So far, she had survived, but there had been some terrifyingly close calls, and it was only a matter of time until something disastrous happened, some...
Note: This story contains femdom, light bondage, magical cock growth, squirting, and some mild cum inflation. Turn around if that isn't your thing. ~*~ "Humans are such fun little playthings," Azaerith thought as she gazed upon the nervous-looking man who had summoned her. She would never tire of these curious, lustful beings who sought after the otherworl...
As they emerged from the reliquary, packs slung across their bare backs, they quickly noticed something was going on at the top of the pyramid. There was a strange, wavering visual effect that they couldn't make heads or tails of. Their eyes, still adjusting to the bright sunlight, had trouble seeing what, exactly, it was. By the time they made it around to...
This is a continuation of Old Folk 1. It occurs about eleven months from Mark arriving at Frank's house. ------------- It had been eleven months since that day when I arrived at Honey and Frank's house. It was about 1am at night as I stood in a quiet street waiting for Frank to pick me up. I had just finished with my last client for the night a good blowjo...
"Are you ready?" Dakota asked once their campsite was set up. "I guess. Shall we go back up there?" "Do we need to? Why not right here? I don't want to have to try to figure out how to get down those stone steps when we're stuck tit to tit. They're steep. It might be dangerous." "Yeah. Good point. So... right here?" "I guess." "Now?" "Unless you're not...
"You're my sub, and you will do as I tell you!" Those are the words which came out of my mouth as I looked down at my husband Maher Mutebusi, a six-foot-tall, athletic and burly young Congolese stud who is learning the ins and outs of kink and BDSM thanks to yours truly. Yes, we're a Canadian Muslim couple and we're kinky. Deal with it. I admired our reflect...
For some time after, the two friends lay there on top of the inflatable pad, snuggling. After three consecutive orgasms each, though either of them could have kept going, they had at least reached a point of satiation, where they didn't feel the need to keep making love. Azalea lay her head down on top of Dakota's right shoulder as the rested from that incre...
Azalea Ortega was what they called a polymath. Any endeavor she undertook, she mastered quickly, and she undertook much. No doubt she would have made a fine doctor or lawyer, and wealth was all well and good, but there were lots of ways to come by wealth, and she was a woman of simple needs. Or, at least her material needs were simple. She wanted excitement,...
Azalea took Dakota's advice and took the rest of the night off to prepare for their trip, and to recover, as much mentally as physically, from that night's ordeal. Dakota had not only offered to cover for her shift, but handled the employees who had gathered around the locked practice room door and came up with some story to explain what those screams had be...