Chapter 15: A New Land )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The regiment rode down the center of the road, through the middle of the North Gate Outpost, past the small cluster of Ramaldi huts and the few survivors of the Khan's savage justice. A small group of women and children watched as they rode past. Aylanna stared back, taking in the thin bony faces, ragged clothing...
Demon Child: Chapter 12 Ramaldi Gold )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> At first light the warriors led their horses up the steep winding path and made their way further west following the highlands looking out over the sea. It was slow going through the twisted forest and they did not find another way down the tall cliffs. Each day Aylanna rode at the back of the colum...
Chapter 1 The Prom after Party Author's note: EVERYONE in this story is over eighteen years of age. All characters are completely fictitious. Contains group sex, lesbian sex if not comfortable with reading this type of stories, please exit now. Any anonymous derogatory comments will be deleted immediately. * The Prom was winding down and Vinn and Buck...
I discover the real me - and I like it. by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 04 At 8 am the next morning I opened my door to see Tracey talking to Abby, both like me, naked and holding my shower...
Chapter 6 First Lessons "Master, it's time to wake up, Master." Justilia gently shook Inclon as he sat face down at his desk, scrolls unrolled beneath his head. Inclon's eyes opened. He was suddenly aware of hunger pains and a dry mouth. He pushed himself up in his chair and rubbed his face. Sometime during the night someone, most likely Justilia, had ca...
Up To Camp "I think you made that up," Mary said, 'I think it's something you tell the tourists to mess with their heads." "I did not make it up." "I'm sorry," she responded, shaking her head, "But I don't believe porcupines fall out of trees." Mary had been appalled by how many roadkill animals they had seen since they'd turned off the interstate and on...
The 'A Song from My Story, a Story for My Song' event is a challenge for authors to write a story inspired by a piece of music or song, where the brief is broad and the point is to use music 'to create something new and unique.' On this note, I'd like to thank Literotica author carrteun for organising this challenge. And Laurel, who runs Literotica, let's no...
[AUTHOR'S NOTE: This takes place after the events in "A Desperate Caress" and "Rolling Shadows of Night". (2008) After re-reading this, and after much rumination, I felt that I needed to re-edit this story. While I appreciated, and still very much appreciate, StogieMon's help in developing the story, I felt it had gotten too far away from what I initially in...
.Another bust, I thought. Decent scenery at the club, but no real joy. That's OK. Work tomorrow anyway - damn split shifts. All of that left my mind, however, for a brief minute, when a new girl came sauntering by. In this lighting all I could see were curves and black leather, but she cut a mighty fine figure. "-ith my buddy Tom," Al was saying. He was th...
The next morning, Linda and Holly met them in the kitchen. Mark staggered in demanding coffee. "Intravenously please, I'm tired. You went to bed and I partied for another two hours." "Excuse the fuck out of me, I went to bed with three hot, horny women who demanded, let me repeat that, demanded my complete attention," Gary grinned. "They get hornier every d...