Author's Notes: With the thought of the Tales of the Arabian Nights, this is a modern account of how two people from distinctly different worlds are drawn together in storybook fashion. For those readers whose cultures may be part of the plot, please allow a liberal amount of literary license and use of stereotypes to make the romance entertaining. For those...
BG11/4 Title A Day in Gotham -- 11 - Batgirl Wonders Ch 4 (Author's Intro... This is adult erotica. Over 18's only please ... read on only if you qualify! A lot has been going on in Gotham! Poor Batgirl's well deserved holiday had to be curtailed. Robin was forced to persuade her to come back when news of the re-appearance of the Joker and his two sid...
The morning after Alice's first 'official' Hotwife date dawned bright, sunny and cheerful, with bright sunlight streaming into the room and waking me - early as usual. For a while I lay awake on my back listening to the birds singing and my wife Alice's slow, deep breathing as she slept 'the sleep of the angels' as my Grandmother used to say, alongside me....
[This follows up Wolverine's Desire, which followed Wolverine Confidential. I will do my best to finish the story in one or two more parts at most, after the characters tell me what is going to happen. Of course the character of Logan belongs to Marvel.] * The room blazed white as the beast-men simultaneously fired their weapons. Katherine watched as if in...
Seeing that she was still a little uneasy, he gave himself another mental kick. Slow down, boy, you'll spook her. Deciding to keep the conversation light, he said laughing, "Really, I bet the Italians didn't care to much for the Irish thing." "I don't know, I never asked. He died when I was six. I didn't really know what Irish and Italian meant actually. Al...
Steve got up to refill everyone’s drinks. When we all returned to our spots on the rug, and Julie picked up the die. She still seemed distracted from the past round because it took her a moment to realize that she had partnered with herself when she saw the ‘3’ on the die. “Oh, right,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. She flipped the coin, and it came up h...
This story, while using the names of certain historical persons, is a work of fiction. No insult is intended to the reverenced memory of Mr. Pope, or of his servants, friends, or fellow authors. Anno Domine 1722 Thursday, 1st January – My prayer for the new year is: may God confound William Park, who has left my service this morning without word or notic...
The raid on Sashjant's lair had been a far shorter venture than any of their great expeditions into the wilderness, plundering ancient tombs or forgotten labyrinths. Yet it felt just as satisfying, producing the same thrill that escaping from near-death in an underground catacomb did. Or so Almandar felt, and he got the impression that the others did, too. A...
The heat of the sun was beginning to burn through Linda's fragile clothes. She lifted one leg and rubbed it impatiently on the other, like a horse chafing against its tether. She too had been tethered. Every time she flexed her wrists she felt the rough bark of the tree above her, pinning her in position. She had been alone for five minutes, no more, but tha...
For context, it is advised you read "Antics at the Arcane Academe: Pt. 01" prior to this tale. *** Disclaimer: All witches in this story are 18 years of age and older, for that is the age of admission to the Academe. This story contains elements of mild fantasy, embarrassment, and some reluctance. *** Mirror mirror on the wall Pride doth go before the...