"Martha, I have a rather odd proposal for you," my uncle said on the phone. No one but my Uncle Doug called me Martha. Everyone else called me Marti. He worked in the research labs at the same large university I attended. Specifically, in the bioengineering division, but I had no idea what he did. He took me out for lunch a couple times a semester and made p...
Book I: The Manor This is the first of 20 chapters of the first part of a planned trilogy. This volume is complete, and I plan to post a chapter each week. The Bedroom It wasn't an unusual dream for Don. He was chasing his best-friend and perpetual unrequited love interest Tascha through an ever shifting landscape of parking structures, Moroccan ruins and...
So like it says above low fantasy. Plenty of sex and a little magic and nothing is explained. There's a body count as well so if you are like squeamish don't read. If you do anyway, I warned ya didn't I. :p Probably should mention I gloss it over pretty well. Not really anything to get squeamish about. Still if you are squeamish don't read it. There's sex to...
Only the Ancient Ones remember the days before the Dead Things started to rise. The old ones remember a time when the world was very different, before food became scarce, the skies went dark, and when the world was teeming with humans. The supposedly magically wonderful time before the dark times. To the young, these supposedly great times sound far-fetched...
The Scandal At Tooker's Ferry Tooker's Ferry was established, naturally, by a man of several generations past named Tooker. The Drowning River running past the ferry had a current high and swift enough to drag both men and pack animals into its clutches, most of them to their doom. It was twice as wide as a man could throw a weight of one stone. At first, o...
Chapter 8 There were already about fifty people at the party when we walked in, and more were arriving every minute. We deposited our hors d'oeuvres on the proper table so they'd be eaten, presented the wine to Amber, who plastered her body against mine for an epic hug and kiss that almost felt like raw sex, and then made sure we got to the right bar so we...
For those who are unfamiliar with the words "vinta" and "caracoa," these were warships. The vinta has a prow made for ramming other ships with and was propelled by both wind in their sails and rowing, as was the caracoa. The difference between the two is that the caracoa was larger, had two decks and carried a poet on board who served as both timekeeper and...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the video games, characters, developers etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...
Part XVII: Bigfoot Sal, Kim and Caitlin rode their Harleys up I-95 from Las Vegas toward Reno for hours. At Stonewall Flat, Caitlin pulled ahead and motioned the others to turn off on Rt. 266. They headed north along the California-Nevada border.When they entered the small town of Dyer, Nevada, Caitlin pulled into the small parking lot of a tavern next to th...
This story is an act of fiction, all characters are over the age of 18. Prologue: Jack, is simply not bound by conventional standards of decency of today. Jack has rugged good looks, is confident, charmingly funny and talented, creating energy around himself that is addictive and a trap to the women who come in contact with him. Underneath it all, Jack's...