Chapter 3: Smoke From A Hidden Flame I hear you are singing a song of the past. I see no tears… The knock on the door was faint, like a child's shy attempt at a hello. Erica heard it only because she'd just come into the kitchen to freshen her coffee. She stood silently for a moment, waiting to see if the knock came again. When it didn't, she poured her...
The following story contains ONLY consensual sex between a human and a non-human, both of whom are over 18 years of age. ***** I was eighteen the autumn my life changed forever. Eighteen and yet naïve and innocent in the ways of the world, especially the ways of men and women. My mother died when I was four and my father brought me up alone. He never rema...
Friday evening found me standing at Jessika's door, bouquet of flowers in hand. Other than some texting, I had not spoken with my thirty-one-year-old lover since our phone call on Tuesday night. That call had been prompted by my younger lover, twenty-year-old Jessi, emailing Jessika about altering my plans with the older woman for Steak and a Blowjob Day, a...
Chapter 1 -- Begin Anew ***** Having escaped Cyrodiil, it took a couple of days to cross the mountains, thankful I had enough warm clothing to keep the worst of the cold at bay. Being a Nord, I was capable of withstanding cold naturally, but when the wind whipped up snow into my face, leaving me half blinded as I walked along, even my teeth would chatter a...
Mid-1995 "Your dad called today." "What did he want?" "He said he was coming for Thanksgiving next week." "Oh, okay. Was I in the shower or something?" "No, you were helping Lexi with her project." He paused and waited for her to look at. "Aimee? He wanted me to let you know he's bringing someone with him." She was putting on her mascara and stopped in...
Harry's notes: More on the short introduction of Ad Primus Rem. New characters. Some answers. Enjoy, and please talk to me; am I amusing you? Harry let his body fall to the ground when it reached his position, centered above the spot where the crackling paths of connection met and writhed around his mind; his body curled into a fetal shape, discarded bel...
-You'll have to excuse me for my English; it's not my first language. I don't think it'll cause you big problems to read, but you'll certainly find some mistakes.- * * * * * After waiting a long hour in Lucia's bed, I got up and went to the baths. What waited for me there blew me away. The room was opened to the afternoon sun behind, but was also filled wi...
"Hi," he said. "Hi," she said. Looking up, she saw it was him, and she smiled: just as she had planned. They were in the study room together, they were alone, and they would be alone for the next eighty minutes. This was it, she decided. This was her opportunity. She had been feeling somewhat peculiar for the past few weeks. She could feel her heart beatin...
"It may be a perverted taste, but I love prostitution, and for itself, too, quite apart from its carnal aspects ... The idea of prostitution is a meeting place of so many elements - lust, bitterness, complete absence of human contact, muscular frenzy, the clink of gold - that to peer into it makes one reel. One learns so many things in a brothel, and feels s...
Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story. * It was a chilly and windy midwinter evening with large snowflakes filling the air, which caused my best friend Alexander - "Lex" among his friends - to drive slowly on that lonely Scandinavian county road. We were on our way to my home in a rented Ford Transit van. Due to the bad weather we were later than...