Chicago's only professional wizard, Harry Dresden was in a foul mood. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing demon guts from his trademark leather duster. His entire body was covered in cuts and bruises, his head ached inside and out, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten any sleep. He was due to meet the head of Chicago PD's Special Investiga...
Please note: ALL characters in this story are at least 18 years old. All across human history, literature has stood the test of time. Many a strongly written female character has leaped from the pages into the minds of many a man. And certainly many a man has had his own story to devise about a beautiful lady. The possibilities would be endless. Women from e...
In 1968 Jennifer was caught up in a military experiment that propelled her 50 years into the future. In 2018 she met and fell in love with Finn Corrigan and became fast friends with his Aunt Cynthia, a 68-year-old woman remarkably dedicated to the young man. Jennifer was informed that the technology that brought her to the future would return to take her bac...
It was late, well after one o'clock in the morning if she had to guess, and the alcove dark. Sam lay on her back, one arm across the pillow above her head, the other idly playing with the blanket while she watched her mate pace back and forth. His long legs took him four steps across the room before he turned with a little jiggle and retraced his steps. Ther...
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...
"Silly boy!" sang one fairy, giving it a long lick. "Oughtn't stray!" cooed another, running over it with a feather that was, for her, enormous. "Delightful toy!" hissed a third, actively humping his dick for all she was worth. "Such fun to play!" they chorused at once, leaping into the air to zoom around his head. Aaron whimpered and giggled, struggling...
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...
For me, Valentines Day holds neither goodwill nor romantic sentiment. The Hallmark Holiday will always be the anniversary of the loss of my first and only love: the city of Dresden, which I once called home. All these years later, I still remember the traumatic event with crystal clarity. The year was 1945, the month February, late in the Second World War....
Natasha woke and stared up into the dark waiting. She could hear Roland breathing quietly beside her and the pack, while not completely silent, had settled for the night. It was late, well past two o'clock in the morning if she had to guess, when the contractions started. At least, she thought they were contractions. She wasn't sure what to expect never havi...
This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author. Life had soured, but my innate attitude remained positive. That's hard to do after your parents have died. First Dad's heart gave out, after months of futile stents and a qu...