Disclaimer: All characters in this story are imaginary and fictitious and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead. There are no minor/underage characters involved in any kind of sexual activity or sexual relationship in this story. ***** It was a beautiful morning in early summer months in a small coastal town in the state of Goa, India. This plac...
By EgmontGrigor2020 Chapter 1 Midsummer heat in recent days led Augustine Jones to speculate that she should be in Iceland at leisure, although she wasn't sure if that country was set up as a tourist destination. Such mind-wandering was just a tease because her physical and financial assets were diminishing although not quite with the velocity of a rolle...
Chapter 3 - A WEEKEND OF SLAVERY Author's comment: This chapter will not make a lot of sense unless you've read chapters 1 and 2, which as one commentator observed "left me hanging". Hopefully this chapter will leave you hanging too, as Helmut claims his slave and Dianne struggles with her feelings. With a towel wrapped around her she was surprised to find...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Eight: Guilt Trips The pyre for George, the templar whose real name had been Patrick, was up on the roof of the tower that night. All of the wardens – including the newly Joined ones who were still recovering – came; Fred had to be carried. My tear ducts had finally sorted themselves out, and I cried openly. It wasn't the first de...
The semi's crate was full of women; fifty beautiful, drop dead gorgeous women to be precise. They all ranged between the ages of 18 and 35. At this point in the journey, the beauties were disheveled, had torn clothes, smeared make up, and were spouting off angry comments due to the uncomfortable travelling conditions. Most people in the outside world would...
The great pyramid of Dazar'alor was a sight to behold for the elven tourists as they reached the end of their voyage. For the first time ever, the capital of the great Zandalari Empire was open to the Horde. Many affluent citizens of Quel'Thalas were eager to explore this exotic land and all the pleasures of life it had to offer. Erisel was one of these pri...
This set the stage for Friday night, when Nina walked slowly into the guest bedroom. Amelia was already in her nightgown getting ready for bed, although she was planning to read a little beforehand. She smiled as Nina entered. "Hi, dear," she said. Their conversation of two days before had created a bond between them, the exact nature and parameters of whi...
(First off, thank you to everyone that has rated, Favorited, and commented on this story so far. This was just a goofy idea that I had one day, and I never thought it would be this popular, nor would I get this many chapters out of it. Thank you for all the encouragement. Hearing how much everyone likes my writing is what keeps me writing. Typical disclaime...
Part Seven: The Coming Storm Chapter Twenty YAVARA I blasted through the roof the chieftain's hut. I didn't stop for their exclamations, nor to see their faces of wonder before I scorched through the sky. Prestira's dying thoughts were echoing in my mind. They took her, she said, they took Elena! Stay with me! It's too late. It's all my fault; I did...
Heather's patience was wearing thin. This was why she rarely interacted with others since Geoffrey's death. She had heard the lecture from her own imminently qualified psychologist daughter. She was allowing her grief to fester too long; she bordered on agoraphobia, she should get out more and mix with people. But people sucked. They got on her nerves. Aft...