Drunk & asleep, stripping Sophia's little sister, Regina, naked. Continued from Chapter 08: Ready to take out the pot and give her a joint, I asked the question. "Do you smoke?" I looked at her sitting pretty in her smart, short, blue skirt and her sexy, sheer white blouse. Whenever she crossed and uncrossed her legs, she flashed me a triangular patch of...
Pt. 2 - Christie's Tale I suppose I should preface my story with how I came to be where I was when I met Martin. My professional life wasn't going well. I was an attorney working in a three-year-old one-person law firm. It wasn't a particularly successful practice. Mostly because it was in a small town with a population of less than a thousand. The county s...
Author's note: This one is for Erin and Ara and all those others who kept on at me to finish this, and other things: Thanks ****** "I think you need to hear this, Lord Prince." Andrey lounged indolently in the armchair, glass of wine in his hand, leg cocked over one arm. "Oh?" he said, regarding Piotr evenly. "Show him in then..." The man was unpreposses...
Sam Martin sat back in his office in Kentucky, thinking over the news he'd just gotten. The Commander had fallen... not to a bullet, or a bomb; not to any sort of enemy action. To simple old age. An enemy nobody could fight for too long. 'Well' he thought, as he hoisted his small glass of grape juice towards the west, towards the resting place of the man he'...
The Queen of Grimordeal was beginning to hate her husband, the King. The King was a great believer in several old axioms, 'Leave no job left undone', and 'Leave no hole left unfilled'. To the former he applied himself with great diligence and his kingdom and subjects prospered and soon left their 'Third Kingdom' status in the dust. To the latter he applied...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years of age or older...
{Author’s Note: This is a part of a larger story, which may one day be published. All rights reserved, yadda yadda… Enjoy! ~Lotm} ********************* The Astorran guards that escorted her to her next destination stayed in the outer chamber, remaining with her. They didn’t bother her, didn’t stop her from wandering around, examining the silk-and-gold bowe...
Chapter 12: Martyrdom "Golden Girl. Step forward." It was the Duc's voice, cold and commanding. Though Dorée was victorious in her first competition at the Chateau, she would get no praise from him. He had lost his wager against her, and he was not about to mask his displeasure. But Dorée was too far gone for fear. She stepped forward, curtseyed deeply, a...
An uncommonly cool breeze stirred dying leaves across the cobblestone paths of the village. Lamps within windows were snuffed; only the torches at the bridge and before the tavern cast any light upon the ground. Shadows were plentiful, and within those shadows strode the Spectre That Walks. Bagdemagus enjoyed this time of night, when the village was quiet a...
Throughout the night I could hear the sounds of violence and death spilling through the castle. The clash of sword on shield and the desperate cries of men locked in combat for their very lives echoed through the halls. Nikelle had been right. Sir Ruvano was the key to everything. He wasn't even a good man as I'd suspected. I should have killed him when I...