Author's Note I'm posting this prologue as a guide for readers new to primarily my older work. It's a pretty big ask to expect readers to go back and read a novel to understand a lot of story, lore, characters and details. I hope this helps to set the stage. A special thank you to Pope1944 for reading and editing, as well as encouraging this prologue. I wi...
Leonardo Lain's airship nudged at the tip of the city's tallest tower. He stroked his assistant's bare breast beneath her silk dress as idly and warmly as a kitten, enjoying the stiffening of her nipple like a tactile-purr against his palm. "None of that tonight, please Mr Lain," Polly said. "My lover will not approve." "Don't worry, Pretty Polly, she will...
Lucifer’s Library A one act play Based very loosely on Sartre’s No Exit CAST Lucifer - Handsome and sinister. He holds the keys to each character’s potential salvation or damnation. Millie – Young, buxom milk maid from mid-1800s England. Veronica – Well endowed Upper Main Line Philadelphia debutant from the early 1950s Paige – Senior associate a...
Long story short, use to be a pretty good writer, but that was then, and now is now. Specially looking for constructive criticism regarding dialogue, and scene depiction. Can you imagine yourself within the story? Yet apart from it, a finite observer with no control, just along for the ride? ------------------------------------------------------------------...
Welcome to our world of exhibitionism and living fantasies by Den. --The first time I can remember taking Doll's tit pictures was bent over at a State Park drinking fountain along a trail after we were married and she was of age. Remember free water? By chance a few others watched from behind bushes as we recreated that first "bent over the drinking fountai...
The hole is good, but sometimes it's too practical and you got to just move like you're brainless and just horny and nothing else. I rubbed her body on my cock in that very state of mindless lust. It was good, but I forgot to make it last. I came on her neck and her ears and her nips and her chin after only a minute of rubbing against her sweaty breasts. Sh...
Mary and Jack left Rothsmere estate with mixed feelings: the Baron had been generous to both of them, Mary especially, and the money he had provided would ensure their future no matter what they wanted to do. Both of them felt that the ending had been too abrupt: he had thrown them adrift too quickly, too suddenly, without warning. What had happened to him?...
Marissa Sings the Blues Marissa's Tales: Chapter 1 This and my other "Faeophobia" stories are based on the "Faeophobia" world created by xxxecil. Mervandalyssa stood proudly in front of the old '40s style microphone, filling the small club with the deep, resonating tones of her seemingly electric alto voice. She sang of love lost and of how no one made ti...
I have never talked about this to anyone before. Whenever it comes to my mind I am again overwhelmed by the guilt of it. I certainly did not tell what I knew at the time because it was all my fault. It happened when I was in my last year at Benton Towers which is one of the lesser known boarding schools for girls. My best friend was a lovely girl called Gil...
He is the man that your father always told you about, the one that you would one day meet. Father referred to him as your prince. Although you thought that those kind of things only ever happened in fairy tales, as you are not a princess no matter how much father would say otherwise. Father told you about a man and how he is going to take your arm and guide...