Aaric walked down the corridor towards the Overseer's office. He managed to gain a few hours rest, but kept himself aware of his surroundings. His room was not much to look at; spartan and consisting of a bunk bed and study table. Showers in the academy were shared between both genders, so the female acolytes had to either live with having men leering at the...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 11 *** "What? What's that look all about?" Lucy asks, with a well-crafted sort of obliviousness that almost makes me think she really doesn't know what the problem is. "This is a strip-club, Lucy," sometimes, the emphasis of the obvious is my only recourse. "Yeah?" "You are not fi...
Jessica's POV After leaving the werecat's apartment, we went home and changed out of our clothes, putting on something that seemed more fitting for the job. I should have never doubted Ryu for buying that camo gear during his "apocalypse training week". I also should apologize to him for calling him crazy. "Uhmm. I think my tops a little tight." Me and Ry...
"Mum wants to fuck you," Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup. "Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn't hear you wrong," I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement. "My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to sha...
Author's Note: This story is the result of a challenge I set forth in the Author's Hangout, The Kickstart Challenge. The premise being that we, as writers, always seem to have a few stories sitting around that have stagnated. We get an idea and take off pounding out words on it for a few hours and then find we're stuck. The muse takes a vacation and we just...
"Just think, tomorrow you'll be able to see what's underneath." That's what Mandy, my girlfriend, told me after I complimented her on how amazing she looked in her dress. Mandy and I had been dating for over two years, and I have never seen her in anything less than a bikini. There are two reasons for this: one being that she was extremely conservative by n...
This is a retelling of the story as my wife Karen described to me some years after the fact. Although it took a good deal of pressing and multiple question-and-answer sessions, she provided the intimate details found in this story. Of course, Paul's point of view is a fabrication of what I presume he was thinking, and some poetic license has been taken with...
Her pigtails make such wonderful reigns. She digs her hands into my thighs as I pull her throat down the whole of me. No matter how hard or fast—she never gags. She takes it in stride, egging me on when I ease up and laughing if I tire of it before she does. But try as I might, no matter how those blue eyes looked up at me as I fucked her face, I can't rem...
It was a game he played to pass the time and to add a little excitement to his life. Sometimes he was successful, other times not. Finding the woman was half the fun, but he was getting too good at picking them out lately, and he considered trying something new. He drove to the grocery store. It was around 4:00 p.m. and he knew that most of the single woma...
"My name is Katsumi Nakasone-Hollander, but everyone calls me Kat," the tall, curvy, raven-haired, thirty-something Asian American businesswoman said with a smile. Jacques Moulin and his wife Renata Urbano-Moulin looked at her and nodded. They were in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, at the headquarters of Nakasone-Hollander Realty. Interesting pair, Kat...