"Do not tell a friend anything you would conceal from an enemy."-Arab proverb. *** "There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already. What about the tale of the three Sufi Qalandars who were each the sons of kings and also each blind in one eye?" "That one was as...
I hadn't seen or heard from Liz in a good, long while, so running into her in the mall was a bit of a shock, given how much it was out of the blue. It was also a little jolt to see the engagement ring on her left hand, not that I resented her presumed marital bliss. I hadn't been invited to her wedding yet, but I would have been more shocked if I had. Old fl...
*The teen character appearing in this story is eighteen years of age. * Authors Notes: This story is a direct sequel to the BAD M.I.L.F series; perhaps you should read that set of stories before this entry. I'd like to thank all my fans and others who have read and commented on my stories. ***** The toll taken on my body finally caught up with me as my kn...
REMINDER- I write long stories; some parts-- like this one-- don't have naughty bits, but the parts that do will make more sense if you read it all. Also, I'm cheating... AGAIN??? Yup... "Dura" is Russian for Fool ... "Prastite" means Excuse me ... and "Asa" is a phonetic representation of the Bashkir word for Mother ... --o----O----o-- Troi woke early,...
My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my...
* This is part 1. Part 2 coming soon * The phone rang loudly, disturbing the silence of his office. He sat in his cozy leather chair looking over today's newspaper. It was a nice, sunny day outside, yet he felt the morning chill creeping in through the open window. The phone rang again. He closed the newspaper and carefully laid it onto the coffee table. He...
I met Kathi through an online dating site. We both loved writing. My skills were the creative kind, hers more focused on the craft -- good grammar, proper wording, that sort of thing. We were a great match. Her passion for life equaled if not exceeded mine. The early days were like a magical trip into the world of Ali Baba complete with flying carpet and cav...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
Hi all! Annabelle here with the next chapter of HFHM! New to the story? Best to start at Chapter 1, otherwise you will have no idea what's going on. Returning reader? Welcome back! When last we left off, Yuki had entered the house and Mike had been captured by centaurs. Ready to see what happens next? I will warn you in advance, this is one of my rare cha...
As I asked Mashimoni how she developed attraction for women, she started telling me about her past. I shall narrate this in mashimoni's version – My mom was a good looking woman. With me she was quite free & frank. She was the one, who told me all about birds & bees. She was very easy with her nudity in presence of other women. She never hesitated to compl...