My pretty wife Barb and I were in a popular sports bar and she was wearing a nearly sheer unbuttoned blouse; a front buttoned mini skirt and thigh high stockings and heels. She was here like that, not to pick up some guy, but to pay off a bet. She was overly confident that her favorite team would win the bowl game and arrogantly made the wager with the certa...
“I hate Vampires,” Sarathiel said, and with that, the former Archangel, now a six-foot-tall, curvy and athletic, bad-ass human female, jammed the silver-tipped wooden stake into her enemy’s chest. The Vampire, a tall, bald-headed, muscular Asian male with luminescent eyes and sharp fangs, gasped in shock and pain before actually disintegrating before her ver...
How To Pick the Perfect Pooch. So you want to buy a dog, but you don't know which kind of dog to buy? Well, you've opened up the right story. It's good that you didn't open up a story of romance and intrigue. Yeah, it may have entertained you, but you'd still wonder which dog to buy after you read the story, whereas after reading this story, you'll at least...
The corona virus was in full effect, and had ruined much of the early part of the summer of 2020. My wife and I were confined to the house, and the pool in the backyard, since we were not able to socialize with family and friends. Wendy was in the yard tanning in a lawn chair and I was upstairs doing some work for the upcoming school year. I knocked on the...
I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live in Bama land, and I have a very important job, as Egroegs and Poon Tangs cannot breed alone. They must have my enzymes to make the seed fertile, so I suck the seed from the mighty horn of the Egroeg and spit it with my catalysts into the breed pouch of a Poon Tang so she may have d...
Hey, there. My name is Gary Celestin. How's it going? I'm a Half-Breed. The offspring of a nonhuman intelligent entity and a human person. My mother Illyriel was a fallen angel turned arch-demon and my father James Celestin was human. They're both gone now. There is a world out there which most people don't ever get to see. Demons. Fallen Angels. Monsters. V...
"Aysha. Now add the pepper." Jaxon sprinkled the red powder over the smoldering rocks and watched in fascination as the heat of the stones turned the spice into a thick smoke that filled the tent. The flap was still hanging partially open, allowing a soft stream of light to filter into the otherwise sealed structure. The large dome was made completely of oa...
I want to start off by saying I am not an exhibitionist or an extrovert, nor am I a shrinking violet. It just so happens that a couple of years ago I had an encounter that changed my life. Whether it was for the better or for worse I will let the reader decide, but I hope you don't judge me. I am a Muslim female living in the United Kingdom in a multi-cultu...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is the conclusion to Gabrielle's trilogy. I highly recommend reading parts one and two first. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -...
THE SATYR It was nearly sunset in the tiny (though not as tiny as some) village of Kusta when a barefoot, ivory-skinned, steely-eyed girl walked through the very outskirts and farms on her way to the center. The village that the strange girl had come from was so tiny, that market had only been held one day a week. Kusta was large enough so that market was e...