It was about a ten o'clock when Cavanaugh came through the front door of the hostel, stomping his feet and brushing snow from his jacket. Snow! In Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places! He'd thumbed a ride in from a jovial enough real estate agent named Dave near Santa Fe. Twenty minutes later the snow was falling so hard Cav thought he was back in Chicago....
Wyxt is glum tonight. It doesn't have anything to do with eggs... the Pirate Queen barely cared about the holiday in the first place and certainly hasn't celebrated it before. Her peculiar mood is hard to explain or place. While dark red eyes are clearly faintly narrowed, grumpy even, the rest of her face is rather expressionless, glossy blue lips pressed in...
"It's like a bad joke, a dwarf lord and a fat noble are tied to a gnome girl..." "Har har, Garthur." Vick's rejoinder was punctuated by the impact of a steel gauntlet against a mailed shoulder. "My Lords, just because they can't see us doesn't mean they can't hear us," Farangalia's voice piped up, high and shrill. "Are you sure we have to be tied together...
Sharlet the cook wiped her plump hands on her apron and smiled at the tall man who stood waiting at the hatch. "Good morning, Ruan!" she beamed. "And what would you like to eat today?" Ruan flicked a lock of black hair from his brow and bowed in greeting. "Good day to you, Mistress Sharlet. I am hoping you might have some fresh prawns for sale." The cook...
Welcome everyone. I apologize if these notes are longer than the usual author's pre-amble, but given that this is my first submission and those reading this have no idea what to expect or what my preferences are, I figured I'd prewarn you. This is a dark work. A lot of stories I find have some feel good elements where everyone winds up more or less happy --...
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Seven days of teaching had had a profound effect on all ten of the girls in Talla's group. They had been taught and then tested on hundreds of rules. The threat of physical punishment was more than enough to make them pay attention, although over the last week the the method of meting out that punishment had evolved. Punishment itself was rarer as the Virgin...
"Shit, Shit Shit," I mouthed to myself as I pulled my beat up old Ford Taurus into the gravel parking lot of the bar. I was running late for the third time this week. I grabbed my backpack and ran for the back door. I quietly opened the employee entrance and made my way towards the small stock room that doubled as the changing area for waitresses. If I could...
Artemi bent the diminutive girl over the cot and spanked her until each pale cheek was blushing scarlet. Then she grabbed the timid creature by her dark curls, coaxing from her a whimper, and yanked her backward until her back arched and she was staring up with mascara-stained eyes. "Enough dragon tears, slut. I know exactly who you are." Artemi said befor...
Nicole's Note: While these stories are fantastical, the kind of behavior shown by the villains of the story sadly is not. As with all kinds of kink play, hypnosis can be abused, and you should be careful if you meet people who act anything like Nurse Poppy in real life. Likewise, we here at GigglingGoblin Inc. also do not endorse the use of cooking equipment...