(The Pacific Ocean, 1998) (This chapter is just for fun. I think Bridget deserves it.) This was impossible. This was ridiculous. This could not be happening. It had never happened before, not in 400 plus years. But it was! Frantically I rushed for the bathroom, my hands clasped over my mouth. I barely made it there before my stomach gave a heave, bringin...
Autumn was waiting for him, as always, when he entered the clearing. Their love affair was so old; sometimes he could remember precisely how old, and other times, not at all. Her hair burned with the rich red and gold of fallen leaves; that was what he always noticed first. Her eyes were green -- not a fresh green like Spring, but deeper, ancient in their kn...
Was it ever going to rain? They were in the middle of the worst drought that Kentucky had seen in history. The air was thick, almost unbreathable. You would think that after such a long period of time without rain, the air would be dry. Not in Kentucky. With the Ohio River as its northern border, people along the river could attest to the fact that it was as...
"Until the day I die, I'll fight you freaks," Abelard Adewale shouted, and the tall, burly young Nigerian man boldly swung his fist, and connected with the jawline of the pale-skinned man before him. Tall and slim, with alabaster skin and reddish brown hair, the dark-clad man did not even flinch, but instead carelessly, almost casually, took the brunt of the...
What the fuck am I? That's been the question on my mind for quite some time now. The name is Clarence Wendell, and I'm a young man of African-American and Puerto Rican descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. My parents, James Wendell and Anna Maria Suarez met while attending university in Boston, where they got married and had me. Dad has...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 15c: Another June Wedding Part 3 A Paul and Jenny Story. (Copyright 2001 by Paul. All rights reserved) All events and characters are fictitious. As in all my stories no similarity with anyone, alive or dead, is intended. * * * * * Jenny. Paul stood close behind me as I pulled up the zip at the side of my skirt and held one o...
Angel yawned. Business was slow. There hadn't been a client of any kind in three days now and he was getting a bit bored. Of course there was also the fact that he had slept alone for the last two days. With the Hyperion safe again thanks to Willow and with the "helping the helpless" thing in neutral, she had gone to spend some time with Jill and Amanda. He...
Author's Note: This is a short story in the same universe as, A Rarity. I don't think you need to read A Rarity to understand this story, but I do suggest it. Like the previous story, it's meant to be mostly sweet and adorable. I noticed that one of the centaur characters might have a similar appearance to a character from A Rarity. This was not intentional....
"Honey, there is no way I can describe my feelings about that whole exchange! It was such an intimate situation that I was sharing with everyone and I was basking in their approval of my reaction. Everyone hugged me and, of course, my bare tits were against each of them. I was surprised by how nice it was to feel my tits against the tits of each of the girls...
Perdiccas walks silently through the Minotaur's labyrinth. Only yesterday he and thirteen others had been lowered into it. The walls of the labyrinth were a hundred feet tall, high enough to let daylight in, too high to climb up those walls and escape. Soldiers patrolled above, making sure no one did. Seven men and seven women had been lowered into the laby...