A/N: There is a bit of plot intro but after it gets good so keep reading. Also you pronounce Aemilius (Eh-meal-e-us) and Emil (Em-eel). Please vote and comment :) (Be Kind, this is only my second story) ~LateNightReader121 Prologue When we are young we are all afraid of something, be it the dark, the creature in the closet, or in my case the monster under...
Sarah kept herself anonymous, as most women I'd met on a certain dating site did, with only her first name and a photo before I met her. She was a little nervous about meeting up, she said, but had decided to give "the extra marital thing" a go. So after talking about various things over email, we met over coffee the first couple of times. This led to a drin...
I came awake with a start. I must have dozed. I stirred and the rock beneath me reminded me of its hardness beneath my back. I opened my eyes slowly. I squinted at the sun's silver gold reflections off the sea below me and the shadowy image of rocks. My eyes closed again and I was filled with a glorious sensation of indulgence at this chance to escape for...
The immaculate white airlock door looked brand new, and that surprised her. She thought the moon was surely a dirty place. But perhaps this airlock door was kept far enough away from the blast ejecta of launching and landing Eagles that by the time the causeway was ready to extend, all the moondust had settled again and there was little remaining to grime it...
Chapter 1 My two fingers pecked out a staccato beat on my battered Remington as I put the final touches to the report I'd written on the case I'd just finalised. It was just a small matter of blackmail involving a young woman and a member of the clergy. For a consideration she agreed to destroy the negatives and to not reveal the sordid details of the affai...
It had only just occurred to Sarya, as the guard's cock pistoned in and out of her wet mouth, that he might not even know the location of the Thyrian amulet. He had seemed a bit anxious to take her up on her offer - she had promised to make it worth his while - and Sarya felt certain she likely swayed him even further when she had unbuttoned her blouse and e...
Chapter Three Alan and I were sipping our coffee. I didn’t know what to say. We had just discovered a sort of sex together yet we were not girlfriend and boyfriend. The women’s group idea for a pantomime had thrust us together. Did I want Alan as a boyfriend? Yes. There would be problems and we would have to endure some crude humour because he is so much sm...
The van's driver had moved all the boxes into the house next door and was pulling away. The family station wagon of my new neighbours had driven away and I settled down to studying in the dining room when there was a knock at the door. The woman on the front porch was wearing a shapeless loose top and tracksuit pants. 'Hi. I'm moving in next door and I'm t...
Sitting with my back to the door, I was watching the patrons mull about by looking at the mirrored wall behind the bottles. All those bottles. In those glass vessels were any elixir one would ever need. What was in those bottles were anything from love potions to make you (think) you're irresistible to liquid muscle so powerful you'd be able to kick anybody'...
Innocently reading a book at the local coffee shop, Lima a short curvy dark haired olive skinned woman from Bhutan, with eyes so light green they looked as if they were lit from the inside; realized that the section she was in was curiously empty. And the music that was usually playing in the background was so low it was almost non-existent. She slowly rose...