(For the best experience of the story, go to score in the top right corner and click 'Start Game'. This way, your stats and choices will have an influence on the game. Check out 'INFO' for more information about all of this. You can also customize the name of the main character if you wish to do so!) A full moon was shining down on the cheery village of Yog...
Once upon a time in the magical land of Paradisia. . . Um, Mr. Narrator sir? What the fuck is it this time Brian? Mr. Pell asked me to inform you that we don't have any money in the budget this year to set a story in Paradisia. Motherfucker! He sends a fucking intern to tell me we're over budget! Where the fuck am I supposed to set this story, Liverpool?...
Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Four: Being Left Behind The time seemed to pass faster after Aedan left - or perhaps it was just not jumping from crisis to crisis every moment. I did paperwork, sparred, read dry political treatises, got to know my staff and my soldiers as individuals, hired a variety of family members of current staff to round out our numbers, m...
She's a little grumpy when they wake the next morning but generally in a better frame of mind. As they walk into the dining room, she spots Joanna and shoots Emmett a question, [What are we gonna get her for her birthday?] [Who? Oh, Joanna? We've got time to decide.] "Hey, Lyssa. How are you?" "Good, Jo. Want to work on the party some more this morning?"...
For newcomers who might like to catch up on the previous chapters, a quick summary follows. On holiday in Devon with my parents and my brother Matt, we make friends with Abi and her daughter Sally. So begins a series of increasingly exciting sexual adventures. •Chapter One - I accidentally stumble across Matt fucking Sally. Abi catches me watching them,...
This story had some help from Rak-Sasha as this version if Baphomet is from her developing club series. Please check it out as there are more crossovers to come. Enjoy. ***** The emblem was drawn on the ground as the virgin woman was tied to stakes placed around the circle. She was naked and struggling with tears in her eyes as Nessira circled her speaking...
Standing in front of Laban Bogale's grave, I sighed deeply. Born in the City of Bahir Dar, on the northern region of Ethiopia on November 8, 1694 of the Christian calendar, he died on the shores of Lake Awasa, in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, on February 5, 1721. Beloved son, and a wonderful human being, that's what his tombstone read. Twenty seven year...
It had been a busy two weeks in Berlin. There had been the time in the booth at the convention center, the private conferences, and the parties that I was required to attend. There were sales quotas to make, customers problems to solve. Through it all, I was always on guard to project the proper company image. "Friendly, yes, but I won't fuck you", as I joki...
--Hello! This is the first time I publish a story. Hope you enjoy! Thanks to my beta Cassiopeia Quinn!-- I was running down this street with the proverbial mob swinging torches and hayforks ready to lynch me the moment they get me in their hands. Probably to tear me apart or to put me on the stake and turn me into a big tasty steak. I love steaks but rathe...
There once was a cucumber who lived in a greenhouse with his cucumber friends. Accommodations were tight but that was ok since they never knew any different, and they quite liked it actually because, being so close together, they never got cold. The cucumbers lived a happy life, hanging off the plant which provided them with the nourishment they needed to gr...