Bear with me, this is my first story and they are kind of long. Hope you enjoy! ***** A lazy August afternoon, I arose from a relaxing bath, and proceeded to the bedroom. My favorite nighty caressed my naked body as it fell a few inches above my knees. All alone, I returned to the family room, browsing through the channels, searching for any interesting mo...
You and you party of thieves entered Loreline's castle, her domain. The riches buried beneath her lair of pleasure, inside of the great iron vaults, outweighed the pleasurable ends that met others that ventured where you venture now. The way down was spent avoiding her slaves, all dressed in black latex, with only the tiniest of slits where their eyes were....
Derrick wasn't happy, not happy at all, he needed to get out of here and get things done. All this pomp and crap was starting to wear really thin on his patience. He'd just released part of the shield around the palace but wasn't ready to completely yet. He felt that there were still far too many threats out there to let his guard down yet. Mary on the other...
The crowds parted like grass, reforming once they'd passed. Gaius wished, at times like this, that the Templar armor and iconography was less distinctive. But the regulations were specific: members of the Order Inquisition were to appear in full uniform when on-duty, unless specifically ordered otherwise by their Knight Commander. If the note was a trap, wh...
He was completely unconscious. He wouldn't wake, not with that bullet hole in his side and the amount of blood he had already lost. Pushing up to her elbow, Aria stared down at the man in oblivion next to her. He was in no way a small man, over six-two, his weight she would never attempt to guess, but solid, packed muscle with not a trace amount of extra f...
Danielle Wellington Lalonde here. A five-foot-eleven, short-haired and green-eyed, light-skinned Black woman of Jamaican and Irish descent living in the City of Toronto, Canadian Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Galway, Republic of Ireland, on the first day of May of 1957. My father Liam Wellington was White and my mother Deirdre Jackson was Bl...
You are on an island in the South Pacific. The owner of the small inn at which you’re staying tells you about an isolated waterfall on the interior of the island. It is about 5 miles walk from the inn. He provides you a detailed map and a compass. You leave early the next morning hoping to return that evening, but may spend the night in the forest if the moo...
"As Salaam Alaikum, Salma, I am going to fuck your brains out," Marcus Weber said to Salma Khan as he walked up to her, a sly grin on his handsome face. Salma looked at the tall, burly and dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome young African American who stood before her and smiled. Be careful what you wish for, Salma thought, amused. "Think you can handle all thi...
He sat there admiring her beauty. He felt working for a singer was an honor. Especially, one of her status. People started wars over this woman: Arguing about what level of beauty she sustained or how well she could sing or play an instrument. It wasn't only the teenagers that fought over her, but people in their early twenties to late fifties of both sex...
Volunteer edited by CopyCarver and an anonymous editor. I appreciated all the suggestions and constructive criticisms that made this a better story than my first couple drafts. :D This story is made up from whole cloth from the very naughty mind of the sometimes quiet country chick. * After our recent midnight rendezvous in the local playground (where we h...