I The Rogue * * * * Were you to look up the definition of the word scoundrel, I'm sure you'd come across an image of one Sarah Kettar. As beautiful as she is devious-- and rest assured, she is quite beautiful-- I'm convinced Isira herself blushed when she made this half-elven harbinger of chaos and lust. Some of the other members of the temple have taken...
Wyxt stands at the edge of the alleyway before Blacktung, the light-blue, somewhat purple skinned half-troll peering at him intently with that fiery red gaze. One hand rests lightly on her nearly completely exposed breasts, the mail chestpiece, as usual, not doing much to hide them from oogling eyes. Her other hand scritches, lightly, behind the ears of her...
CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Simply_Cyn and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -"This is not a sequel... What you're about to read is the final version of a previous story entitled 'Beyond Nocturne.' For those of you that have read the original version, or the first draft as I like to refer to it, you'll notice some massive changes in the chara...
This is my first attempt at writing about my experiences and fantasies dealing with cross-dressing, so my apologies if it seems not that well written. I have been a closet dresser for most of my life; starting from the first time my older sisters dressed me as a girl for Halloween when I was 10 - but that's a whole different story of its own. The experienc...
My name is Maurice Delgado. I have dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice smile that includes all of my teeth and yes they're mine and dimples. I own my own company, am independently wealthy and I am very single. I have never been married and it's not because I don't want to be, I guess the right woman has never come along. What am I looking for? Well, I k...
Chapter Four In fact, if I had a clue as to what he'd had in mind, I probably would have knocked his ass back on the mat and walked away. Instead, I went along meekly, like a lamb to the slaughter. We left in my Grand Prix, the torture master driving this time. He did it like he did everything, with no wasted motion, no hesitation or fear. He was aggressiv...
The streets were darker than usual as we left the concert hall. My girlfriends and I had just attended a concert by our favourite group, and we were all exhausted from our cheering, but high on excitement as we headed home on foot. "That was the best concert I've ever seen!" Tanya exclaimed. "It was definitely a damn fine birthday present!" I grinned, "Tha...
The apartment was still a mess. Boxes sat everywhere, most of them spilling their contents to the floor. Dishes lined the counters because the open cabinets still needed to be lined with paper. The pictures Lisa had meant to hang still sat propped up against the walls and the windows... Lisa stared out the window, a sigh breaking free from her mouth. She'd...
The next morning Asch headed for town as soon as the library was due to open, which was after some writing and a quick breakfast. His first presentation in Easthaven was the next day, and he wanted to review some of the geology paper, look over some satellite photos of the area, and rehearse the approach he was going to take in his talk. He saw Clay when he...
Continued from Chapter 3: While working deep undercover for the CIA in Pakistan, he routinely crossed the border to Afghanistan and Pakistan. From where he was perched atop of a hill, he could see the borders of both countries. At the time he was there, he overlooked a six-man band of Navy SEALS who were obviously on a mission. Even without binoculars or th...