Smoke from the sandalwood incense swirled toward the ceiling like sooty, unfurling serpents. Her golden bracelets jingled subtly as she shuffled the cards. They were the only other sound in the stuffy tent aside from his anxious breath. Outside, the occasional roar of a roller-coaster, accompanied by the delighted shrieks of the passengers, vied for the ea...
This story is a continuation of my other story, Welcomed, although you could probably read this first if you don't mind characters not being described (which, sometimes, is more fun if you like to imagine shit on your own, just sayin'). Either way, if you want to read more, then Welcomed is the story before this one, and the next will be called Concord. Be w...
David Brennon sat with his glass of whiskey in hand, as the memory of her rolled painfully through his head and heart. He remembered her last day of life, what she looked like, how she smiled at him that morning as she left, and her scent. She was gone before his day had finished. An aneurysm had taken her, without warning or reason vibrant one moment and s...
Lunar Terminator Palace, Sunrise Bed and Danst found themselves in the middle of a large hall that glowed white around them. They maintained their naked embrace, tight and frightened by the shock of travel. Only moments before they were in the Rejection Room of Zebra Ultra in the depth of the argument that Bed provided her own foreplay with the tongues tha...
Note: I would like to thank everyone who sent me helpful advice and suggestions on this my first story. * The camp was set up in the woods next to a small trickle of a stream. Above tree line, the glow of the full moon filtered down illuminating the scene below. The black skin and white hair of the young elf marked him as the most feared and hated of elfi...
Soooo yeah. I put up one decent, if short, entry to a series, then vanished for 6 months. I'll try not to do that again. Anyways, this is a new little series, once again, inspired by a roleplay with a lovely lady. If you liked the first entry of Spellbook, you'll probably like this too. Let me lead off: this story contains graphic and explicit content, don...
NOTE: This is a continuation to my Dear Diary saga with Vicky being the first point of view and Ashley being the second point of view. Hopefully it's not too confusing. Enjoy. ***** Dear Diary, Today was my 21st birthday, both my parents forgot, but I was more than happy to spend the whole day with my best friend, Vicky. I helped her move into her new...
Mary Margaret Maeve Morgan was in her late sixties. She had one time been the Mayor of Kalgoorlie. It was rumoured that her and Barney had run a brothel there for years. There was a rumour that she had murdered her first husband and dissolved his body in acid. There was a rumour that she illegal casino in Sydney and was in the witness protection program afte...
Although it was a warm evening, the night air felt chill on Sue's naked body. Her heart raced within her chest as she knelt upon an oversized beach blanket in her backyard, but the voice of her master had been most demanding, that she be outside this evening and ready to serve him. Sue thought briefly of the madness of the whole situation, and of the incredi...
HeftyxXxHoney © Peter had worked at the gymnasium for just over a year now and really enjoyed his job. Today was an especially hot day and, since their day was almost over, he and the other guys who worked there were fooling around in the showers, spraying each other down with an old water hose. Peter's friend Hendrik had cornered him in one of the changing...