Welcome back! There's a place in this chapter that feels like there should have been a fist bump... For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting at Chapter One. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and what's going on as I often reference earlier chap...
This week could prove to be interesting, I thought to myself as I lay in bed after waking to the howl from my alarm clock. School was, for all intents and purposes, complete. I would pick up my wood shop project this morning and the rest of my classes would be devoted to saying goodbye to teachers and friends and signing yearbooks and the like. There would b...
Note: This is an entirely casual series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installment is "The Riddling Sprite". Earlier this night, the barmaid Adelsia completed her tale and challenged Horasen to come up with his own. Is he up to the task? ~~~~ ~~~~...
It took only a couple of months to establish a small circle of very rich, very horny older ladies, who were very grateful to be serviced by me. It was tempting to work at the club more than the one day a week, but I knew I had to keep things in check. Most Saturdays I was fucking two or sometimes three ladies, all of whom understood I was merely an on-call...
Act one "They're fake..." Katie couldn't believe it, and she wasn't the only one. The newspaper editor who'd printed the compromising photographs had clearly been as confident of vindication as had she expected humiliation. Greg Hammond, according to the same paper, a 'digital imaging guru' and a lecturer in applied information technology, was implacable....
Ever since she was little, Claire had always wanted to be famous. She'd watch the actresses and singers on TV and marvel at their immaculate hair and make up, their gorgeous dresses and the attention that everyone would lavish on them. So when she turned 24 and having just successfully finished college, she decided it was time to head to Hollywood and seek h...
She was sitting at the backseat of a cab she hailed off the street. Trying to catch a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, she adjusted the auburn wig that framed her heart-shaped face. Doesn't look bad for a $30 wig, she told herself. She often wondered what she would look like if her hair was straight with long, whispy bangs. It didn't feel like real...
This is the last time, I thought. It was a week since I met her, and I couldn't get her out of my mind, which was crazy in itself: She was old enough to be my mother! It started out innocently enough, a comment about a cologne I had tried. She liked it. She liked it a lot, apparently! Within fifteen minutes, I was slamming it home to her in a fitting room...
I couldn't wait to get back there on Friday night. Again I ended up sitting at the bar, eating one of John's specials, a steak and kidney curry. Different, but actually rather good. There was an air of expectation about the place. John was pretty relaxed but even he was just a little on edge. 'Now listen Ben, I don't want you frightening these girls off....
Warning! This story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended. * Mike O'Reilly made his way through the dimly-lit, smoke-filled atmosphere of the Pink Flamingo, over to the long bar, and ordered a Jack Daniels. He'd been coming to the seedy strip joint for more t...