Dizer Que Descobrir Que Tudo Que Você Conhece, As Pessoas Que Você Gosta, Os Lugar Em Que Você Frequenta Todos Os Dias, Até Você Mesmo, Tudo Não Passa De Scripts e Desenhos Bonitinhos é Um Choque De Realidade Absurdo Seria Eufemismo Monika Chegou a Surtar Quando Descobriu Tudo Sobre Ser Parte De Um Jogo. Ela Passou Meses Tendo Crises Existenciais Intensas e...
On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men's quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blous...
NOTE: This tale was intended as a fantasy counterpart to 'Husks'. As such there is much ado about slugs and in general intimate creepiness that might not be everyone's cup of tea. * Queen Saphise drifted among the black foliage of her woods, its mists clinging to her voluptuous physique like a second skin. Tresses white as snow trailed behind each graceful...
The last leg of our trip to Spain was in Seville, the romantic capital of Andalusia. The perfect ending to an unforgettable vacation. We were staying in a four-star hotel near the Guadalquivir and the bridge of Briana, a strategic and suggestive location. The first day was a full immersion in the endearing atmosphere of this beautiful city. We particularl...
Chapter 4: First Contact D+1 Summary: An X-rated science fiction story. Debbie and Brian are two explorers from Earth sent to an alien planet to recover a crashed surveillance satellite. On the surface live the Longtons, a humanoid, pre-industrial revolution culture where the women are subservient to the males. Debbie soon discovers why the women willingly...
The remote-control dial was left at the minimum setting during the ride over to the karaoke club that Nan had selected in the Jordan district. She was quite self-absorbed with maintaining her sexual high, asking me to caress her inner thighs with my left hand, even as I drove. For her part, she rolled her nipples through her thin translucent dress, eyes clos...
This story is the third in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is advisable to read my stories "Kelli" and "Kelli CH 02" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions...
This was our last date. Our first and last date. The band played slowly, a waltz, and as we spiralled together, our hands clutched each other, defying our imminent separation, our closeness its cruellest reminder. This was our last date. We were in the same class at University, both studying English for wont of a more specific subject and, at first, this wa...
I graduated from college with a permanent hangover, a degree in English Lit and absolutely no prospects. A child of the solidly upper middle class, my parents encouraged me to follow my dreams and study what I loved, so I found myself two months out of graduation about to move home. I weighed my options carefully. The daily searches were depressing reminders...
Author's Notes: This is a light hearted romp through, and a bit of a rant at, the way that advertisers are torturing our language, which, by the way, is English English. There is little, if any, sex involved, so if you are looking for a stroke story, there are plenty of others that will meet your needs. A few explanations may be helpful to those outside th...