- A Smutty Novella - = Part 2 of 2 = By Razmagurk I wandered breathless through the halls. If I closed my eyes and squinted, things could almost pass as normal. I could almost believe that my school hadn't been overrun with enough nubile female flesh to make good even the raunchiest of teenage dreams. My body was aflame with desire. Hot hormonal bl...
=============================== In case it isn't obvious, all characters are over the age of eighteen. One of them is over the age of eighteen hundred. =============================== The pocket watch told perfect time and wouldn't stop ticking. I realize that this is what watches are designed to do, but it had been too long. This was getting ridiculous...
Golden sunlight poured into a golden room through pink tinted glass, casting a bright glow over crimson curtains and ruby colored sheets. A crisp, gentle morning breeze blew in from the spacious balcony, stirring the aromatic presence of roses and lavender, and bringing with it the fresh smell of oak and pine . . . but along with the vigorous scent of nature...
*************** 'Sorry Honey but first served, first come.' *************** Authors Notes This Story qualifies as Inter-Racial, Romantic, Erotic Couplings, Group Sex with Creampies, Humorous Innuendo. Even a hefty dose of poetically verbal BDSM and my favorite, Lesbian Action! So...M/F. F/M, F/F, M/F/F No adolescents were included in any possible confi...
The harsh white light of the interrogator's lamp dug into my eyes. As someone who spent most of his life hunched over a laptop screen -- ergonomics sounded like a problem for future Abby -- it wasn't quite as discomforting as the racist pukes from whatever government salad had decided to boot in the front door of my parent's house, throw around a bunch of of...
Authors notes: Another fine editing job by taco1086: Thanks Larry ***** Bob took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He shook his head and sighed deeply. "If you ladies will excuse me, I have a lot of thinking to do." He turned and walked out the front door without another word. Everyone looked at Cassandra with shock and concern. "Something's not r...
Author's Note: I wasn't sure where to put this, so I picked the Romance category, although it might fit better in Erotic Couplings. Okay, right off the bat, if you have a problem with firearms, go read something else. You'll be a lot happier and so will I. An appreciation for the tool and its collectability is part of the protagonists' shared common interest...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 3' is the conclusion of my surprisingly well-received first attempt at dabbling in the realm of magic. Once more throwing caution to the wind, I run wild through the dandelion patch of canon, convention, and tradition, kicking up the fluff that is the Fantasy genre. Yeah, I know, but whatcha gonna do. Minimal effort is made he...
Ben Kidder sat on his parents' couch and rubbed his brow in a vain effort to curb the headache he was suffering as a result of sleep deprivation and the emotional turmoil he had gone through that night. His other hand held his phone to his ear. On the other end of the line was his former slave girl, Krista. "Come again," he said. "Sir," Krista said, in a d...