Demetrius turned completely red. Chained with his hands behind his back, he would have given anything to be able to cover his nudity. Every person in the Palace had been woken by the commotion and he was dragged by another chain on his neck into the main meeting hall to await judgment. The women of the Palace all were quite appreciative of the show, all havi...
Once upon a time in the small Village of Neverwell there lived a girl. She was not powerful, or beautiful. She wasn't anything remarkable really. She was a simple plain girl. Her name was Kourtney, but often times she refused to go buy her full name and requested that those around her call her Kourt. There weren't very many people in the village, there were...
Gavin stood looking down at Kathleen (his Kate) watching her sleep. She is so lovely with her light red hair messed from sleeping and their love making last night. This last week with her has been the best he has spent in a very long time. And he knows what a long time can be. How he wished he didn't have to let her go back to the city and a life without...
When Tecor woke, Esric was already gone. She looked around the empty room and blinked a few times to get used to the sunlight flirting in through the window. She yawned and stretched her sleepy muscles, then sighed and slid out of the bed. As soon as she set, her foot on the floor pain shot through her and was forced to remember the night's events. Tecor w...
Daphne looked down at the exhausted form of Demetrius sleeping soundly at her feet with a mixture of love and gratitude. She stretched out her newly freed feet and wriggled her toes, ecstatic that once again she could move them. It was pure bliss to be in human form again. Reaching her foot out to Demetrius, she nestled her toes on his lips, enjoying the sen...
A woman receives a gift that can either be a blessing or a curse. This story is somewhere between a non-romance short story and a non-erotic semi-occult fantasy. It is very, very tame on the erotic side. There are some rough reference to a serial rapist, but no activity is described. If you are looking for something stronger, try some of my other stories....
Life had slowly become a challenge for Calliope. When she first began to feel unwell, she'd consulted a local priest. He'd used his limited magic to check her for disease but had been unable to discover anything untoward. He'd suggested she seek out an herb-wife. The witch had been able to identify the cause as a curse but, reluctantly, admitted that she lac...
Transcending time once again the man moved to where he had been thrown into another dimension. Stretching his arms from the time travel he looked at his surroundings and thought once more the curse had sent him off in another time direction that he thought he was not ready to face once more. The curse was all too explicit as he remembered better times....
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I think my disclaimer has been lacking something, ergo... WARNING (LOUDLY FLASHING, OBNOXIOUSLY-BRIGHT LIGHTS): I write long stories, and I like to build them in layers which may only gradually reveal their impact. Not everything will make sense immediately, and not every chapter has sex. ....... HOWEVER, in "erotica," sex does play a meaning...
You are Emily: a short, curvy 18-year-old brunette-haired girl. With elegant long curls that surround your round bright face, wide wondrous eyes, and pouty lips, you are, at times, the moon and sun to the people who surround you. It is said that when you're smiling and laughing, your face brightens into the most terrific beam of sunshine; however, when you'r...