The hauntingly beautiful towers and spires of Perfume Hill loomed over me on every side. Their midnight shadows caressed the white, paved streets like a woman's hair does her lover's naked, aching body late at night when all the world has gone to bed and only they are awake, locked in each other's arms. Lush, fragrant scents wafted over tall, graceful wall...
I never used to believe in luck. I always thought that a person created their own luck. You just had to be in the right place at the right time, and be prepared to take advantage of the opportunity when it presented itself. Then when that opportunity came around, you grabbed ahold of it and ran with it as fast and as far as you could. That's what I always th...
A bespoke story, written for an individual with their own dreams and fantasies. May you enjoy it as much as they have. + Rachel Monk looked up over her books strewn over a table in the library. "Hey! Where've you been?" she asked her best friend, roomie and study-mate, Sarah Suomi. "I thought we were supposed to be studying for that Economics final tomor...
This story is about 30,000 words long. You'll see why when you read it. All characters in this story are aged 18 and over. Chapter 1 Tiffany's bright, pretty face was animated. Her curly blonde hair wiggled as she told the story. The other girls leaned in, their curiosity aroused, eager to hear every dirty detail. "...so he really wanted me to give him a...
Chapter 1 She was gone now. Gone just now, and he was alone in their house, their home, and memories seemed to push in on him from every corner. They all seemed so dark now, too. Had it always been so? Twenty three years together. Gone now, shot down in flames, a once assumed destiny reduced to the lowest common denominator by depositions and endlessly fau...
This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Many thanks to Max for the fine editing work. * Caitlyn wasn't anything like I'd expected. After years of th...
USS Surefoot, Deck 4, Sickbay Recovery Room, Stardate 36448.68: Captain Hrelle lay face down on the biobed, resting his muzzle on his crossed arms, a teal-coloured cloth draped over his rear end; a small opening in the cloth allowed a thick, furless, half-metre-long appendage to rise up and sway like a Rigelian cobra. His fingers, encased in dermal sheaths,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 "Hey Scott, Fauna kind of likes you," Jenna said, snickering. "Hey Jenna, it hard to hear yourself over that echo?" Scott said as he caught the football, and then heaved it back to Ronnie. "Huh?" Jenna asked, puzzled. "Yeah, your head up...
Chapter 1 Kyle Whitley was getting tight. He wasn't falling down drunk yet, but he was getting there. That was why he was trying to fumble open the sliding patio door leading out to Paul and Ann's rear deck. It was a nice one, solid as a rock. They'd only had it for a couple of weeks. After having seen it earlier in the evening, Kyle was thinking of buildin...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, folks! Lady Dysprosia back again. Long time no see, but this one’s kinda supersized. What can I say, it’s my thing. We’re going to a weird place with this one, but I promise, it’s chock-full of the elements that make up a good Drummer Boy story. So sit back and relax, then sit up straight and get nervous,...