Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, folks! Lady Dysprosia back again. Long time no see, but this one’s kinda supersized. What can I say, it’s my thing. We’re going to a weird place with this one, but I promise, it’s chock-full of the elements that make up a good Drummer Boy story. So sit back and relax, then sit up straight and get nervous,...
Author's Notes: 'A Shepherd Afield' is a continuation of 'A Shepherd in France' which continued the story of 'The Shepherd of Ashburn Court'. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so please read the other stories first. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 24 Gab...
"Sid, was it you that told?" "Oh, never mind who it was. Somebody told -- that's enough." "Sid, there's only one person in this town mean enough to do that, and that's you. If you had been in Huck's place you'd 'a' sneaked down the hill and never told anybody on the robbers. You can't do any but mean things, and you can't bear to see anybody praised for do...
Every story has a beginning; this story, as the title suggests, is about the Newlin's, Mark and Marcie. But to tell it properly we need begin before they actually meet. We'll start with Mark, just prior to his Senior Prom and introduce Marcie as she enters college. We will continue alternating their sexual adventures this way until they meet, date, get marri...
Catherine squinted at the wooden dummy across the courtyard. The muscles in her right arm trembled with the effort of holding back the string of her bow, and the point of the arrow seemed to quiver over its target. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing her body into relaxation as she released the string. Whistling softly, the arrow whipped...
Jake woke up and rolled out of bed. On his way up he couldn't help but take a look at the sleeping beauty laying next to him. With the events of last night going through his head he laughed at how quickly a person's life could change. He heard people say it all the time, how things can change in an instant but he never believed them until now. He had only...
"Marcus? Marcus, open the door," Joan demanded, her voice tinged with fear and anger. Pressing her palms against the door she pleaded once more, "Marcus, please." "My lady," Dillon urged gently, "come away." Resigned, Joan allowed herself to be led down the hall and into her small sitting room. She sat numb, immobile, as servants surrounded her. They worke...
*Author's Note: any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. Also, this story contains Male bisexuality. If male to male action offends you, please hit your backspace key now. *.*...
The double tap on the open office doorway caught my attention. Glancing up I found Mary Richards, American Literature professor and owner of a set of the finest natural C cup breasts that I'd ever had the privilege of playing with, standing in my doorway. "How was the summer?" she asked. "Good," I answered automatically without thinking. "Had a really good...
One can never say enough good about Blackrandl1958. She always makes everything better. Thank you, once again. Flowers for two ... And they always smell sweet wherever she puts them. I love Cincinnati. I love the people, the food, and the beer... great beer. Like most cities, it has tremendous history. Its famous suspension bridge was built by John Roebli...