Dear Readers, Well, here it is, the chapter you've been waiting for and the answer to a question one of you asked me this week. I'll admit this story took more and longer than I expected. Stephanie and Calvin's story just begged for expansion. Enjoy, KemMyst *** Lyssa wasn't into girls but she, of course, knew where all the parts were. [Nathan Severn,...
Authors Note: Again thank you all for your comments. This is really getting exciting for me, as the story is progressing. I am even more excited with all the emails I have also been getting. Thank you all for supporting me so far. It does mean the world to me. Please don't forget to vote and comment! Enjoy... Tá rud tábhachtach agam a insint duit á dhíth or...
In the ruins, there was a chamber, such as it was. To the present day human eye -- to one who was not specifically entitled to be there, or one who perhaps had stumbled there by chance, but was not unwelcome, it was little more than a half fallen-in dusty hole, with a soft and somewhat strange glow in it. No one ever came here anyway who drew breath, and any...
A thick, wrought-iron sign with the single word "GRIMSLEY" was arched between two massive stone pillars that marked the entry to this all-girl academic enclave. Ms. Frobisher gunned her little red sportscar right between the pillars and up the long driveway, all uphill, to where Grimsley sat overlooking Lake Penasaukee, or Lake PenisSuckIt, as the guys at Ea...
Chapter 11 The New Order It felt quite strange walking into the office on Monday morning. I was expected to inhabit the corner office, the same office John Flannery had occupied. It was a given that John would not be returning from his leave. As usual, I was the first to arrive and that gave me an opportunity to scout his office more thoroughly. I had assum...
Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for taking time out of your busy day to read my story! I am very happy that everyone is enjoying. Please continue to rate and comment. And, without further ado, I present Chapter 3! ***** A nightmare. It had to have all been a nightmare. Rayn's eyes fluttered open and without looking at a clock she knew the hour wa...
July 10th, 1885 Stillwater, The United Kingdom I came into the Temple of Geshtianna with Virginia to my left side and 'Magnus' to my right, Sally and Gillian taking up the rear. I dragged behind me the statue of the cult's goddess, covered with a tarp to prevent anyone from noticing both the bared breasts (not exactly appropriate for dragging through a v...
Paddling Temagami: Camping at the Portage Author's Note: Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my Nude Day 2018 Contest entry. Please take time to enjoy all the entries. They're really pretty great. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The places in this story are fictitious. I have played...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.*.* Sydnee Thompson and Angela Gernaud left the trailer at Lot C and walked across the narrow strip of clam shells. The steps in front of the...
"Are you ready to depart then, Captain Becker?" Baron Amadahy asked Gideon on his penultimate day in service to the Kingdom of Oklahoma. They were meeting in the Foreign Minister's opulent office, easily as posh as any in England, though some of the decorations might have raised an eyebrow in London. But his ship's recent heroism had earned Gideon the privil...