April 1916 Bertangles The freezing air stung Phillip’s face as the elderly BE2c clawed its way back towards the British Lines. He tried to duck down further behind the cockpit coaming and shuffled his feet to try and restore some feeling. He was feeling nauseous from the effects of the castor oil fumes and light-headed from cold and the after-effects of the...
Why you decided to cross our genetics with those ancient Earth creatures I have no idea. Okay, I can understand why you sent him out here; I asked for muscle and he's certainly got it. Thezaran-I know it's yours-intellect and telepathy with Sauran strength is scary enough, but wherever the fighting prowess and affinity for weaponry of any sort came from is a...
Sometimes, I think pregnancy has made me even more horny than I normally am. The name is Roseanne Tremblay-Armand, and I'm a young French Canadian woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I am happily married to a tall, handsome young Haitian man named Jean-Luc Armand. My husband recently graduated from Carleton University with an Accounting degree, and...
Sir Buckles was just sitting down to his usual breakfast of mushed oats and insect bits when he heard the front bell chime announcing an arrival. Only the kings messengers dared ring at this hour of the morning. Well maybe not just the messengers. He had told that cute little wench at the Bull Frog inn that she could stop by today to watch him practice joust...
My sister Kathleen is a real bitch. I don't know where she got the idea that she is the center of the universe, but she acts like anything she does is the most important thing going on. Everyone has to do what she wants, and she gets all huffy when they don't. Case in point: one afternoon, a few weeks ago, Kathleen came home after shopping, as I was getting...
Thanks to Leila and Steve Ciao for taking pains to edit my story. ***** "Aaahhhhhhhh...aahhh... faster... faster." The ancestral house of Balwant Thakur, the sarpanch(Sheriff) of the village, was empty, but there were sounds coming from the storeroom. Anupriya's naked ass was on one of the wheat sacks. Her legs were locked onto the thighs of Dhondu who...
"I don't care what you think. It isn't a crime to prefer rich men," Rachel sat back comfortably in her chair. She isn't your average femme fatale Inspector Francis thought. "It is a crime to kill them," Detective Lopinski said. The inspector was content to let John carry the ball for a while. She was pretty sure the interrogation wasn't going anywhere. "Yo...
Eggs and bacon frying on the stovetop, the smell invaded the rooms like the S.W.A.T team on terrorist. Coffee brewed, and was poured like black silk into a thick black ceramic mug. Hot chocolate was already sitting in the dining room in a matching mug on the deep blue placemat making the mahogany table stand out. White plates adorned with blue flowers sat cl...
To my dear sister, We have set out for Uncle Yvun's mysterious ranch, and already, I begin to wonder. Jerrod, the stockman, really doesn't seem to like the natives here. Makes me wonder if Uncle Yvun's done something wrong. Jerrod assures me it's our legally bought land, though, and none of the natives have been in a hurry to accuse us of claimjumping, exac...
Sweat dripped from Germanica's naked body, droplets running over the ornate vine tattoos which wrapped around her right arm and breast. Her powerful thighs tightened as she moved her body atop the exhausted slave beneath her. He was a large, well-muscled man, selected for obedience and stamina, both of which he was coming up short in at this particular momen...