Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His advice has improved this chapter drastically. I have made a few changes since his last review and want to emphasize any errors are definitely mine. Over the course of the next nine years Roger's country continued to grow. He stopped building new naval ships when he had s...
Great Great Granddad had settled in this forsaken spot in 1849. The saucer shaped valley with its poisonous springs had not attracted any other settlers, but the grand old man; a salt miner from Russia, had recognised the signs. He had begun a small salt mine and had exported salt lick block down to Texas before it was Texas. The family had prospered and un...
It's far too early after a late night of making love when I hear your demand for brunch and a private dance in the ballroom of the hacienda you've rented for the season, between the jungle and a private beach. Obeying, though not without a sleepy grumble or two, I roll out of bed and stretch each deliciously sore muscle for your sleepily watchful eyes. I wra...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Musa, the Spy Who Became Queen Author's Note The persons described in this story were real historical personalities. Many of the events in the story actually took place. However, the following story is still essentially a fiction because no one really knows how the main protagonists actually related to each other. This story attempts to fill the empty spac...
Bathed in the blood of hundreds of men, the stained sands glowed eerily in the faint light of the sickle moon. It was like a graveyard; hacked and gouged and severed bodies were strewn across the land in thick, grizzly piles. The raptors had come hours earlier to watch the battle, and were now feasting upon the succulent flesh of humanity. Their squawks and...
"I'm very disappointed in you brigadier... very disappointed." Lady Sally was back at Rudston Hall, 'entertaining' one of her submissive gentlemen, who was secured onto a whipping bench in one of the rooms dedicated to domination and punishment. Indeed, most of the rooms of the house were put aside for that purpose, rendering it a playground for the expr...
Hey! How's everyone doing? This is just a quick foreword for you – this story is definitely not historically accurate (Henutsen was a queen consort in the 4th dynasty, whereas Djoser and Sekhemkhet were both Pharaohs in the 3rd dynasty. I just needed a name that wasn't too difficult to pronounce), but a lot of the details are true, and can be found on Wikipe...
Another night on the prowl, solitary as always. He shot a disgusted look at a young woman he saw stepping into a bus, a Twilight book tucked under her arm. If only the humans knew what the existence of Vampires was truly like, they'd stop fantasizing about it. He caught his reflection on the mirror of a nearby bus stop, and almost smiled. An almost seven-foo...