Patron Saint of a hundred hangovers knows the score of the Game. He doesn't bother with trifles like friends & family, jobs & jabber, he has all the answers in one cupped hand. Sitting atop a glass mountain with a nose of broken blood vessels, he laughs at all the little people below, scurrying everywhere with so little to show for it. When their disillusio...
"Rise and shine, sleeping ugly, it's feeding time," came the Guardsman's grating voice, and the vampire rose from the death-like sleep that ensnared all of his kind during the daylight hours. Even in this cell, deep underground, surrounded by steel and concrete, he could feel the light of the sun shining above. Sighing, he rose and stretched, then looked at...
(The following story is the first work of fiction that I have created. It refers to a real life celebrity and as such should not be regarded as fact.) Safely tucked away in comfort of the plane, the vast expanse of the Amazon jungle had been a magnificent sight, especially for Danny who'd never even ventured out of California before. It was exactly the ex...
After Lydia and I sought out Klimmek, we returned him his satchel. It was the late evening now, and all of Ivarstead was in a tense edginess. Surprisingly, there was a couple more wailing noises from the barrow last night, and the guards were all on alert. It reminded me about Wilhelm's request for us to check out the ruins, but I was so tired after the hike...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Dawn, the day after their marriage. Jun'ai and Hakkon walked the switchback trail down toward the village. The sun crested the opposite ridge casting the whole valley in a golden glow. They had been travelling all through the night to get back. Jun'ai was still sore from making love to Hakkon. Up ahead, a break in the canopy, they saw a plume of smoke ris...
MARY SMITH. HANGED FOR MURDER. 31st. OCTOBER 1873 "I don't like this!" "Oh yeah," he sighed impatiently, "What's wrong with it." "It's dark," she continued to complain. "Of course it's fucking dark; it's ten thirty at night at the end of October," he replied irritably, "What do expect...blazing fucking sunshine!" "Please don't swear at me Andy," she sco...
Authors Note: Oh my goodness it's been almost a year since I updated this story! I got so caught up in college that I just forgot. Every time I got an email I went and wrote a little more and tonight I sat myself down and finished this chapter! It's a little slow, but Aria needed to see where Makkail stayed. But there's more sex! I couldn't let you down. Nex...
"Why! Oh why! Did we have to bivouac on that moon?" grumbled PFC. Travis Anderson. "I've got sand in my boots, sand in my socks, sand in my underwear, and that is the smallest grain sand I have ever seen." Pvt. Tom Crawford said " can you ever not complain; or better can you go 20 minutes without complaining. Try it. It will make you a better soldier. You w...
Daylight filtered through the window, rousing Enn. Yawning, the demoness stretched her arms. "Mary...?" "Yes?" Mary replied from the base of the bed. "What are you doing?" Enn asked. "I'm keeping my strength up," Mary answered in mid-push-up. "A knight must stay strong." "Cool," Enn replied, yawning again. "I'm gonna go back to sleep." "Oh, no you're n...