May 23rd, 1886 I had seen many things in my times on Arcanum -- but few struck me as uniquely beautiful and melancholy as the sight of dawn over Tulla, the city of mages. The entire edifice felt isolate and venerable, with an ancient sense seeping from every humble sandstone and brick building. The palm trees that grew around several magickally sustained o...
I have to thank a pair of people who went over this and made it far better than i could Honeybree and Pepper_pace. The two of you did so much for this story i can't even begin to thank you. For all of you who read this story please enjoy it. It is a long one, but I couldn't cut corners on this one. So enough of my useless rambling and enjoy the show! comment...
I have to apologize for the length in between the chapters. I was halfway done when I hit the proverbial "Wall goin' 90." It took me some time, but i got back into it and got the story hammered out. Thank you Pepper for being amazing as always and thank you the people reading this for being patient. There is more to come from this so remember patience is nor...
It was well after one when Philip, feeling surprisingly spry and alert, returned from his evening with Tim. As the night had progressed and the alcohol accumulated in his bloodstream, he felt a developing sympathy for the younger man. It wasn't difficult to understand his predicament; some rich guy was swooping in to dazzle his girlfriend and spirit her off...
My father had disowned me in June of 1975, and my psychiatrist had apparently decided I was just too much to deal with, insisting I never appreciated his help during my transition. Because those two people provided so many links in my previous life, I felt I needed to leave them behind and move on with what was left of 'my life' if there was such a thing. I...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.5 — Gold And Blood by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 5 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ul...
This is part 7 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa * Week commencing October 19 B...
I watched as my wife entered the house. It was in a poorer section of town than where we lived. As I looked at the drive way I realized the pick up that was parked in the driveway was one I had seen several times before. I had seen it several times leaving my wife's block as I went to meet with her before we were married. It was white in color when it was...
If you haven't read the previous installments of "Davy's On The Road Again", I suggest you read them so you can get up to speed. If you are too young, too prudish or not into reading about sex in its many combinations, then what are you doing here? ---------------------------------------- Hello, my friends. It's been a long season since we've communicated...
There is no explicit description of sex in this story. ***** On the eleven o'clock evening news the weather forecast called for a severe winter storm to arrive late the next day. The storm was predicted to pass well to the north of where I lived. Tomorrow might be the last chance for a bike trip before the onset of Winter would shut down all riding until...