The Rejuvenation of Dravo Asta Vera knew who Dravo Asta was, the aged monkey warrior was the chief's uncle and had been the defacto chieftain until Tragon, the present chief, was of an age to assume his duties. He'd been quite the wily statesman and warrior – warring with the neighboring monkeyfolk tribes, expanding the territory, then negotiating the pea...
A gentle ocean breeze blew softly through the arched terrace window and filled the small temple chamber with blessed cool air. The palm trees outside the window swayed carelessly against the wind and made a thin fluttering noise. Akrem closed his eyes as he stood and, for a moment, he allowed the gust to caress his naked body. His bronze skin was damp with s...
The world of Arcalund is a magical and enchanting land filled to the brim with majestic kingdoms, monster-infested dark forests, and the children of this lush land are thrilled by the endless exploits of legends and heroes. Of these legends, one rings of particular importance. The great line of Goldmorrow had consistently spawned celebrated and valorous...
Buggies and Boobs: A Passion in Old Fashioned At last I can relay to someone the experience of a lifetime that I enjoyed not so long ago in the very restrictive home and environment that's hallmark has been a horse and buggy. I was living with my father, mother and 3 sisters in the rural hills and valleys of central Pennsylvania. I was an 18 year old doubt...
My Christmas story, hopefully to be followed by others, in time to fill the wheel.... my attempt at a holiday edition, enjoy :-) ~*~*~*~ The snow glistened under the light of the nearly full moon as feet softly made their way through the darkened forest. The sharp taste of new fallen snow clung to the air, seeped through the skin and coated the lungs of t...
To know someone as I know you is a beautiful thing. Our ten years together has brought us closer, and formed a bond of mind and soul I had only thought possible in a romance novel, or some kind of fantacy. The term "Soul Mate" has taken on true meaning to me. To know you, is to know love, acceptance, and complete friendship in every facet of my life with you...
When I came to, I was on the wooden floor, naked and completely confused as to where I was. When the memory of my lovemaking with Vanessa returned, I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at the bed. Where was she? Alarmed, I managed to push myself to my feet, groaning when my head spun for a few moments. I heard a mirrored groan and went to the far side...
On a small mesa, in the farmlands of Kansas, Whirling-Spirit-Mists-Sacred-Fire-Bearer sits... unlike so many of his Tribe at the Caern, he does not wear deerskin and "traditional" garb everywhere... only when he plans on a ceremony... which, apparently, he does, for his jeans and flannel shirt ore folded to the side, and he is in garb very strongly reminisce...
As the fire crackled and popped, Callista looked up and saw the beauty of the full moon. It was a few minutes after midnight, Samhain had begun and the Goddess had blessed her with a beautiful evening for it. Although she was skyclad, Callista wasn't in the slightest bit cold. The fire warmed her and in a few minutes, she knew she would be getting even warm...
The rest of our winter vacation that was not spent in bed was devoted to house hunting. We thought at first about buying one huge house big enough for the five of us and our families, but practicality reined us in finally. We decided instead for two large houses that were right next of each other on this lovely bay near Mano, and close to the nearby shopping...