A thick haze of smoky incense wafted out from the large hut as Markoz and Brigitte approached. The walls were made of thick timber beams, which was unusual for orc structures in the Angrian March. Probably stolen from Sandora or Thesta, she thought. Most of the unusual things found in the March could be explained that way. That proper building materials an...
Author's Note: Let's take a step back. Before the island from Creamy Island, before the characters lose themselves, and before the point of no return is reached. This series will aim to be a more lighthearted take on Tasha and Aiya. I've had many ideas, as well as suggestions from readers that I wanted to get out and play around with. For those that didn'...
I had been with Greg for seven months and felt content. He worked 9-5 in the mail room of a moderate accounting firm, and supported me through all the ups and downs that were life. Greg visited me every day. Greg found me an office support position at his firm. Greg told me he loved me every single night. Greg shared my love for old timey films and p...
Why was she doing this? Felicia Hardy had been a cat burglar, it was true, but those days were long over with. She had people to steal for her now. She could order gunmen to do a smash and grab to take anything she wanted. She could outright buy any loot she craved. Why was she bothering to sneak into a penthouse after dark to knock over one piddling safe?...
Part 1 It's Friday afternoon and I'm eager to be done with the Friday afternoon social stuff so I can take off early. I'm tired from the week, but it's the weekend and there'll be time to relax. With a last flyby of the snack table and a few minutes at the foosball game, I head back to my office. "Hey baby, I'm on the way," I write. "Cum, cum!" I can't he...
Sitting on the couch, waiting. I knew something was coming, but I wasn't sure what. I was bad, and my husband knew. He wasn't going to let it go. I wasn't really worried... he's usually not very strict with me; he loves me too much. I'm so grateful that he's forgiving and patient, but this time I wondered if I've gone too far. He's been gone for a week, and...
Friday Night Restaurant Near Times Square The weather was changing, thanks to the Cyclone Harvey coming up from Texas changing into a rain depression. The wind was up. It was getting colder. The four rushed into the restaurant vowing to get as warm as possible as soon as possible. Fortunately it was not too far from the Hilton. The inners were warm, probabl...
The following selection is written with my tongue planted firmly in cheek. It is an attempt to expand my fantasizing into new and out of the box areas. I hope readers don't find it to be anything but a little daydreaming and hope it turns out to be enjoyable. If it sucks I'll try something else next time in hopes that we all cum together! As a middle age...
Malcolm tried to open his eyes, they felt like ten pound weights were hanging from each lid. His tongue felt swollen, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He would kill for a drink, let a homeless man piss in his mouth for moisture. The dense pounding in his head was worse than any hangover he ever had. He had no idea how long he had been out, it felt like hours....
Chapter Two: Master's House This is the story of just how a slave was selected as her Master's full time slave. As you can see by the title this is the second part of this work. While it should be able to stand alone it might help the reader to read the previous chapter. I encourage you to rate this story and I invite your comments. So please take the time...