© 2020 Victor Cabana It's HIM! Deb's exclamation to herself is immediate when the glass of wine is placed before her and she follows the waitress's eyes as she announces, "Compliments of the gentleman." Indicating the man in the corner booth. The man Deb had noticed often as she chatted with her friends at their usual Friday Happy Hour gathering. Awfully...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. Author's Notes:...
Bardic Cycle Date: March 26, 2095, early morning Locations: City of the Suns, Duchy of Biyandi; Wood Haven, Kingdom of the Wood Elves; and Malganna, Caloren States Note: This story contains magic and sometimes psionics (mental powers). It's about Reison Whisper Wind, a young half-elf who wants to become a bard, and his three newlywed human wives -- the hi...
The Friday night dorm party to kick off December wasn't starting well. I'd just blown up at Malcolm, and now my roommate sounded angry with me. "What the HELL were you fighting with him about?" Patty asked, after pulling me into the women's restroom. "I could hear you shouting all the way at the other end of the hall from inside the lounge!" "You can imagi...
Warning: IF you're looking for a short story or with explicit contents, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. This story is an original copyright. Any similarity is pure coincidental. Forgery or publishing without the permission of the author is fraudulent. Critics are more than welcomed. This is my first story to be published; please comment freely so I can improve my wr...
There was one character trait about Thomas J. Murphy that superseded all others: his innate desire to please people, especially women. As a young boy he would take great pleasure in helping his mother clean the house or run errands for her. His father, having died in an automobile accident when he was just an infant, left a tremendous hole in his mother's li...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
I was 15 when my father caught me early one evening smoking a cigarette out behind our barn. For a long second, he just stared at me with those steel-blue eyes of his. "Smoking, huh?" he spat finally. "Come with me, boy." I knew I was in for it, because the only time he'd ever addressed me as "boy" was right before I got a whipping, which hadn't happen...
After doing countless (I lost count) edits of my upcoming novel, I decided to apply what I learned to make my old stories easier to read. My rewrite is around 93,000 words and 40-50 thousand to go to finish the story and make it a novel. I haven't decided how much to post so please bear with me until I figure out how much I have to add to retain the tension....
As I looked down at my best friend, big Bob, it was hard to believe the condition he was in. Just three days prior, this huge man was tossing logging chains around as though they were toys. A truck driver by trade, Bob was only thirty-five and could out work, out drink, and out fight men fifteen years younger than him. Just three days and now he is lying her...