Peter had a secret. Even if he had told anyone else, who would have believed him? Moreover, why on earth would he want to share this secret? Peter's favorite spot in the woods next to his home, was under the large willow tree. This was with good reason, because on the evening of a full moon, that was exactly where the nymphs would visit. They were a group o...
Ebony waves licked the white sand as I strolled, creating the sensation of tiny fingers caressing the soft skin of my feet and ankles. Deep auburn tresses, rustled by the soft breeze flowing from the water, shone brilliantly against my white satin gown. Deep red circled the full moon that illuminated my body as I walked my familiar path down the beach. So of...
The lights are dim, a gray haze drifts above despite Nazi like no smoking laws. I hold you close to me protectively. I look around at the other couples. I watch them going through the motions together in dances of grace, or lack there of. I've come to live for these nights together. I caress you through the tight leather encasing your curvacious form. I gr...
Waking in the darkness, I pressed my hand against the inside of my thigh, wishing it were leaner. "Why do you touch yourself when I may not?" he growled in my ear, yanking my hand away. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I...," I gasped. My senses reeling, his lips wandered, as I gathered my breath, blood racing, leaving me incapable of a second's thought. His...
LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin. ___ Copyright (c) 2016 by Acup A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with s...
One of my editors thinks this is the hottest stroke story he has every read. Another said it wasn't a stroke story—it was a stroke, stroke, stroke story. I think it may have taken a year to submit because it can be so slow typing with only one hand. Often tongue in cheek, this is an attempt to include as many sexual activities as I could think of, at least...
Erin O'Neill stepped into another world, and left the real one behind. The lobby of US Financial's Park Place facility was large, open, and well lit. Little clusters of sofas and chairs stood guard to either side, along with the same sorts of potted plants and topiaries that graced corporate offices worldwide. Garland had been hung for the season, and an o...
Author's notes: All creatures Demon, Angels or otherwise are thousands of years old and if not, at least 18. Humans are at least 18. Writing is Canadian English so colour vs color and neighbour vs neighbor are normal. This was written for Geek Pride Day publication but I lost track of it and had to rush it at the last minute. It hasn't been fully edited or...
Ch. 09: The War, Won, yet Lost... The Crystal Tower would never be the same again. The once-majestic tower was now standing in the middle of a wasteland that stretched far across the Northern Continent. The very same tower was now the gateway of the realm of Lore to the cursed Underworld, realm of the demons. Supreme Commander Daemon sat uncomfortably on...
Tallahassee, Florida "Bianca? Honey. I'm sorry, but the answer is 'no'," her mother said, doing her best not to let the irritation show. "Dad would let me go!" her 12-year old daughter threw back in her mother's face in a very snotty tone of voice. Colby Delaney was 35, and after getting married just a month after turning 21 and staying with her ex-husban...