The air was crisp that morning, and Faerlyn pulled her cape closer around her thin frame as she walked to the center of town. Many adventurers passed quickly, a few hailed her in rapid greeting. As the portals grew into focus, she noticed a striking dark-haired man sitting on the steps to the castle. As she drew closer, he glanced up at her, looking directly...
It sounded like a thunderclap when I threw the hubcap at his throat. Everything was in slow motion as I turned around and --- [Wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't even introduced myself, not that it will be necessary in due time. My name is James Fuller, and I am the most powerful being on this Earth. Well, not yet, I am telling you the story of...
Blood. A powerful and binding concoction that defines a person yet is spilled over that definition. In some worlds, families fight noble blood against noble blood but in my world, if you do not have wings on your feet, you are not fit to live here. Thankfully, my pads have wings but the only soul I would give my life and honor for has none. My heart beats s...
I am the nanny, house maid, step-daughter, etc. trying to fix a vase the dog broke earlier that evening. You come home from a long day at the office/work to see this instead of dinner. Instead of heading upstairs to kiss your children and wife good night, you decided to take your day's frustrations and anger out on the help. You come into the kitchen, yellin...
A man sat at his expensive table waiting for the woman he loves. On the table were two candles flickering softly, a single red rose, and two glasses of dark red wine. It had seemed an eternity since she had left for her trip; a life time since he had seen her beautiful face and the way her dress hugged her soft curves in all the right places. It had been an...
CHAPTER 4—Evening After dinner, with no option for electronic entertainment, we elected to just cuddle on the couch. The rain still pounded against the house, but the thunder and lightning had died down somewhat. The storm had brought in a cool front and had killed the humidity, so the wind that whistled through the few windows we had cracked to provide air...
Nothing I love more than a tight Black woman's asshole around my dick. My name is Jefferson O'Shea and I approve this message. I'm an Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Been here a couple of years. Moved to the Province of Ontario from my native City of Galway in Ireland. I attend Algonquin College, where I major in business. Life is...
Chapter 1: Kitten's Shower Kitten had been busy today, making sure that her beloved Mistress's home was clean, and that her duties were taken care of. It had taken her some time, but she had finished all of her chores. When she looked at the clock, she saw that Mistress would be home soon. She decided to go take a shower so she'd be nice and clean for Mistr...
In her dreams she sees him, dark hair, a sly smile, and eyes so dark and shiny; it’s as if she is looking in a deep pool of water as the moonlight glistens on it. Her body stirs as in her dream he consumes her with his lust. His hands grabbing her hair, jerking her head back to reveal her long slender neck, kissing and biting her flesh as he thrust deep ins...
As Salam Alaikum, dear friends and readers. Yasmin Hussein here. I'm your favorite tall and curvaceous, sinfully sexy brown-skinned Somali-Canadian Muslim cutie, and man have I got a story for you. The other day, I was walking through the Saint Laurent Mall in the east end of Ottawa with my Haitian boyfriend Steve Salomon when we ran into some old friends of...