This is part of an ongoing series - if you find yourself here without reading the rest, I highly recommend you go back and read the rest of the series. We'll still be here when you get back:) Alternate title: long live the fucking king Short chapter this week, just needed to collect the kids and get them on the road. A bit more lore, a bit more world build...
Jon examined himself in the ornate golden plate as he waited patiently for his summons. He hardly recognized himself anymore. The plate was a show piece and hardly a substitute for a mirror, but it reflected his image well enough. He ran his hand over his ridiculous golden hair and then tugged on his ponytail. His hair had grown in the past two years, down...
Part 5 Father's, Studs and Bitches. ~ Rachel ~ Lily didn't have to tell her that what she had done was wrong. She knew deep down that she made a mistake the second she saw him leaving. She was shocked he was truly alive and had showed up just in time to save her again. Whenever she needed him he was always there. Like the seven years had never happened...
Author's note: This story is very outlandish and is not for everyone. I'd strongly suggest new readers check out "All the Power - A Bit of Background," which contains some important context for what is happening here, as well as explanations for some of the more outlandish/unbelievable aspects of the story. It is very short, so it won't take up much of your...
My ex-wife is very slutty. It all began shortly after we got married and she began telling me about her past exploits. She had apparently liked to have threesomes with a previous boyfriend and was attracted to one of her friends who was very well blessed in the tit department. My wife informed me of this and asked what I thought and being a guy I was all for...
I woke up this morning with an erection. This was very exciting for me. Of course, when I was a young man, this was a common occurrence. Daily, in fact. And not just in the morning. Boners springing eternally, seemingly unbidden, by hidden stimuli. Pheromones. A miniskirt. A button not fastened on a blouse. Or just remembering the morning erection could se...
All characters involved in this story are the age of eighteen, or older. * The Father of our Church became ill just before the Church service on Sunday, and he summoned me to his office. He says "Sister Carolyn, please fill in for me today, and God Bless you!" Oh my God, this is the moment I have been waiting for! I quickly run out of his office to the...
I've always envied chaps lucky enough to be favourably endowed with a decent cock. Mine, you see, resembles a small uncooked chipolata cut in half and has always caused me to take a modest stance when discussing one's genitalia with friends. I guess I was towards the back of the queue when our good Lord dished them out. But I have seen no reason to tell por...
My dearest, Today I have left our happy home that we worked so hard for, for so many years to make as we wanted. Those walls could tell stories of our life, love and sorrow we shared together. Do you recall the first time we met when we were only fifteen years old at the pep rally. Yeah those were fun times at fifteen, at sixteen you stole the firs...
His name was Set Indiana Lion Bones. Yeah, he'd be the first to tell ya, with a smirk, that his parents were damn cool. The other names were just 'cause... y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinkling his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call...