[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE] If you ever watched NFL football on Fox a few years ago, or ever lived in the LA basin and watched a certain local station's weather babe, you know Jillian Barbarie. Thinking back to the 1950's and 1960's: In those days of yore, women would fight like demons to keep their...
Gaylee and Jarold were awakened early by Hans who had prepared a nice breakfast for them consisting of eggs, sausage, toast, and coffee. "We must keep our strength up Gaylee. There will be a lot of fucking going on today." Gaylee had resigned herself to staying in the bed with Jarold who for the moment had quieted down being limp in the cock cage and was a...
The long hot summer passed. Always so hot in le Midi, in the remote valley of Quéreur. Françoise and Léonie remained virgins, and so, for that matter, did Alain, but for all it was, perhaps, only just. A summer of pleasure, of heat and animal lust. But like the summer it could not last. Before the winter snows Françoise was sent away. Her bags packed almost...
Author's note: the author expresses his appreciation for the editing efforts of user Outrabutterfly for making this an easier reading story. Actually my day had been rather ordinary and boring up until then. I was doing some shopping, both for merchandise and visions of lush ladies, when I stopped my cart. I had attempted to turn my cart around a floor-to-c...
copyright 2000 duana r anderson . . . the lake mirrors the silvery moon whose crystal light shimmers upon her ivory feathers her eyes are darkened by sorrow as memories float like ghosts from the past to haunt her locked into this curse for all eternity she sings a mournful Swan Song for if she cannot be free she would...
Synopsis: Caught in the undertow of the dreadful great Eorfleode War, a young student finds himself spurred to enlist as the result of being given a white feather, for cowardice, by his ex-girlfriend. Facing death and near disaster at every step, he learns about different colored feathers, such as the blood red arrows of the Boar-Men. Damaged in heart and so...
The full moon swung heavily above the small mountain valley community. Called Gravid Glen by its occupants, the fertile valley was a lovely, quiet refuge from the hustle and bustle of the busy world around it. Cattle, the valley's source of meat and dairy, mooed softly in the fields, chickens rested in their roosts, grains and other vegetables whispered so...
Clouds obscured the stars and moon when Glade and Demure emerged from their shelter carrying as many of their belongings as they could in deer-hide sacks, but more than the dark what mostly helped secure the lovers' escape as they crept away from the Raft People's village towards the Great Sea was that the rest of the village was far more preoccupied with ot...
This is a continuation of the story A Slave to the Servants by DoctorWolf. I give her full credit for her world. Go read that before you read this one as this is the story of the world after the Alien invasion and Ciara's story. I contacted her abnd received no response. I couldn't just leave it off like that and really wanted to continue. I apologize for...
Jeanette laid back onto the mound of pillows on her bed. She was in the center or her queen sized bed wearing lingerie: a sheet white bra with matching panties and a white garter belt and white thigh high stockings. The covers and top sheet were pulled halfway down the bed. She had lit about a dozen candles about the room. Tonight was finally the night. She...