This is a fictional story set in the world of Livia. The story has parts involving a 10 year old kid but do not stop reading in fear. This is not child erotica by any stretch of the imagination. Marshal sat behind the beach holding his knees together and pulling his legs toward him keeping his feet planted on the soft soil. It had been awhile since he visit...
Author's Note: I did not invent the Warhammer 40,000 universe, nor many of the concepts contained within. All elements of Warhammer 40,000 beyond the characters and explicit setting of this story (the Hive Bosporus and a few mentioned planets) are the creation of Games Workshop. This first part is setting up the romance and adventure - the second part will...
I had instructed John to be gentle with my handmaid and cautioned him not to rush her. Kitty was, I informed him, a timid creature by nature whose passions would only reveal themselves slight by slight. Eventually John understood, and as I explained the role he would need to play in her seduction he seemed to be studying it with more care than I had seen him...
It was the party of the year, or so she was told by her best friend Melissa. The two had been friends for a long time, each practically knowing what the other would say before they said it. Nothing uncommon amongst close friends, especially two who shared so much with each other. Roxy and Melissa had already planned their trip to Vegas; even before Melissa...
For three weeks I had paid regular visits to the massage practice of Helen, who helped me get rid of the aftermath of a nasty car accident on the motorway near Rotterdam. Helen was a woman of about forty-four years, nearly six feet tall and curved where she should be. During the eight treatments that I had received, the pain and stiffness in my body had eve...
It was a typical weekday night as I drove home from work. As has always been the case for the past year Christina sat next to me in the passenger seat. We conversed enjoyably about the various events of our day, music from her favorite radio station playing softly in the background. She was the head of the paralegal department in the law firm where I was a s...
Chen, a beautiful, olive skinned, Israeli, Shemale was the owner manager of an underground club called 'Weals and Squeals', which encapsulated the nature of its customer's interests. The lesbian clientele were of all ranks and walks of society, the fees were high but then so were the scale of desires. A lesbian mistress used to bring a nubile naked young...
The second of three episodes a new series about Fr. Alfred, Vicar of St. Dunstan's. Categorizing these episodes is tough, since there isn't a "Dramedy" category on this site. Suggestions for future episodes are welcome, if you'd like to see more of Fr. Alfred and his flock. Next Year in Alice Springs It was another drippy Wednesday in England. I puttered a...
There was a crowd to meet them as they stepped into the arrivals' lounge at Melbourne airport. Tearfully, Jennifer's Mum raced to hug her and welcome her home. The three months they had been away had seemed such a long time. Eric and Andrew were just as happy to see them. Eric hugged his daughter, while Andrew was his normal teasing self. "Why didn't you b...
"I hate the smell of olive oil. For a while, I thought it was something arbitrary, something unexplainable, like it was some sort of mental allergy. Then, one day, I realised why. I was a young girl when it first happened. My father had gone through a bad patch and had hocked just about everything that could be hocked, just to keep the creditors at bay. Whe...