This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 or over. ***** THE PRODIGAL Another passing storm dumped its load all over the penned yacht, tugging restively at her moorings in the buffeting gusts. This endless parade of thunderheads reminded the old man of belligerent drunks, wandering the streets after lockout, banging on doors. It had been r...
Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
Edited by Michael-Leonard. ***** Everyone has a calling in life; some never hear it, and others get two. "Simon, son of Jonah... you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My Church." Matt. 16:18 Prologue: Peter stood on the veranda and watched as she went through her daily ritual, her Tai Chi forms. Her movements were fluid and precise; each was a sl...
It took close to an hour to get the hair ready. Every morning. I always had to take a shower - most girls didn't wake up each and every day with cum in their hair. Shampoo and oceans of conditioner. I only went to the salon once or twice a week. Most days I'd have one of my 'sisters' help me blow dry it, usually Anong. If they were too busy, though, it took...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
Authors Note: This story is for the Valentine's day contest. I hope you enjoy. Thank you to MrsWolf for coming on board as a beta/proof reader for me. ~ellie * Kristy groaned, true to what the weatherman had predicted the last week of January had been hot enough to melt a person caught in the sun leaving them in a puddle on the sidewalk. She struggled to c...
It is the year 50 AD; Roman invaders had set up enclaves throughout the southern lands of Briton. They had met with fierce Pagan Kings who fought bitterly against them and also showed the same aggression toward their neighbouring counterparts. One of these Kings was Alfred who had spawned two children, a boy and a girl. His son who was every bit as fierce a...
Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor Date: Feb 2048 Note: For those interested, this story takes place the morning after "Down on the Mat." =============== Charlotte Ann Starshine Moramorian, Lord Marshal of Ramez, was naked and astride her husband. Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, was tall, dark-brown haired with dark brown eyes, very...
After many frantic days across tumultuous waters and several restless nights enduring Min's heavy somnial snorting, the Killer Kraken finally made port in a west Purvajan region natively named Sahra'ramal - more commonly referred to as the Desert Lands or Middle East to the folk of Occasus -- a peninsula consisting of a number of prestigious kingdoms, famous...
Thanks for your patience. I really do hope you enjoy this installment. yours, enithermon. *** Silence. It filled every crack of the dense, pine scented woods which cut a swath of grey green across the treacherous terrain of northern Cyrodiil. Filled it near to bursting. No sign of life, no wolves, no squirrels, no birds...even the wind which usually rat...