A journalist remarked that time will now be measured around September 11, 2001 -- as Before and After. Before, life could be considered normal. After, tens of thousands of people I'd never known nor met became as important to me as family. Other, more personal events had long been coming by the time September 11th rolled around. My love life had been in com...
Mary Celeste is faster than me. Or, at least she was. A cold shower though couldn't dilute the strange sensations I was feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs trembled the entire shower. Afterward, when I was drying off, it was harder to dry some parts than others. It seemed like the water had saturated me fully from the shower. If I had known the...
No, I really don't feel guilty about the whole thing. Actually, I think I performed a public service--I mean, I know better than to expect a medal or anything, but at least someone should acknowledge that I was right and that they were wrong. If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else, and the whole thing could have gone far worse. Those people sh...
Note: This story includes M/F, M/M, piss play, dominance & submission, and incest, and all characters are at least 18 years of age. Also please note that this story is set in a historical fantasy world that, though it shares many similarities with our own, isn't intended to literally represent a specific area. ***** Though it was earlier than they generall...
This is my attempt at a "normal" story after the mindscrew of Powerless and the borderline guro of Eternal. Of course, that's a relative term--it has a lot more talking than screwing, but it's still got excessive cum, lactation (towards the end), and a few other fetishes that I'd hate to spoil this early. As always, comments and criticism are welcome. Also,...
What heroic epic wouldn't benefit from complete gratification? Why should fantasies not explore their characters' desires to their fullest extent? This is for those who have always wondered what it might be like to play goddess. Special thanks to the volunteer editors Alias_Omega and LaRascasse! *** Long had legend foretold the return of the sacred...
It had been a long afternoon in the keep's garden and Helga had enjoyed the conversation with her lord's new servant Julia. Julia had been given the task of cleaning this common meeting area from a gathering the night before. Lord Henry had won the conflict with the neighboring kingdom, and most of the countryside had been celebrating. The keep was quiet tod...
Father Frenault tapped his watch, just to make sure it was still running. It was. 3:26. Damn it! She should have been here by now! he thought bitterly, then immediately made penance for the mental outburst and bit of implied blasphemy. He could afford a few more minutes before heading over to the Murphy boy's wake. In the meantime, he had no choice but to wa...
A/N I know it took a while to get this chapter out and you have my apologies, but life does happen and a writer does get busy with other things. Do enjoy this late installment to my story and I do hope you find it to your liking. * Soft dawnlight shimmered just past the drawn drapes covering the wall of windows to one side of Charlaine's bed and the sce...
Some people are going to hate this one, but it's a different conversation, and deserves to live on the page as much as any other. If you don't like it, stop reading it. If it helps, it not about your philosophy, it's about someone else's. Thanks to Randi for her gentle, patient editing. ***** The doorbell rang just as I was settling down with a cold bottl...