This story is my story, I wrote it, stealing is lame. If you don't like it, don't read it. This story has been re-submitted, with minor tweaks and corrections, feel free to complain. I hope you enjoy instead: Real Men Still Exist Or The Joys of Autophobia Not another one. "Oh god, here he comes..." Eileen huffed under her breath as she snatched up the f...
This story is in two parts. Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing! And thanks to Lady Cibelle for her special assistance! Thanks for reading, please vote. SAD GOODBYES "Death, that dark spirit." Shakespeare Coriolanus II,I,166 The rain was misty; a cold dampness that seeped into the bones – a cold enervating of b...
This is a work in progress between myself and my partner who is not signed on here but he's a good guy who has the better half belonging to my own main character. I hope to get this published with his help but we'll see what happens as this story unfolds. Forgotten Realms is a copyright of Wizards of the Coast, where this story takes place. Chapter 1 and P...
Trinket & Pieter Chill Out (c)2010 Erik Nelson This is a work of fiction. All characters and events and places are conceived in my mind and are born and raised in the bits and bytes on my computer. In memory of Rachel and Tom. "Yello." "Hey Pieter. What's happening?" "Hi Rachel. Just hangin'." "Tom and I are going to the condo this weekend. Wanna go?"...
Disclaimer- If you have not read CH 01. please do so. It is called Restless Dreams. This is the second installment and introduces Alex the Dom into the mix. This story involves graphic language and graphic sexual content including a gang rape. The story is also told from an American Soldiers point of view. If any of this might offend you, Please move onto an...
Maman Brigette: a selection of entries from the journal of Gerard D'Estaing, mid-shipman on the slave ship 'Le Saphir' . Sanatorium for the Insane, Paris, 2 Feb 1788 I cursed the day that I met Captain Bernard Dugarry. What a fateful decision, made over too many cognacs in a tavern in La Rochelle, though it seemed the right one at the time. I had been disc...
On the outside the club looked like any other seedy, rundown doorway littering the Rue de Macmont. The red paint peeling the iron hinges on the door rusted, scraped and rusted again. The sign, hanging limply on the old stonewall read simply “Flamenco”. To the unaware it might have been an old shoe store the windows having been blacked by a can of flat black...
Authors note: This is part of the Nude day contest. I hope you enjoy! Vote high and vote often! * I really hated working weekends, but here I was doing just that. Partly because I felt like I had to and partly because I felt like it was important that if I have my people working on a weekend, I should be equally willing to be there with them. The had to pa...
Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is not...
Despite the fact that I mostly try to use Sumerian naming, I found that certain Babylonian or Akkadian equivalents were more evocative than the Sumerian versions. So, any such inconsistencies in my story are intentional. The repetition seems to be a feature of the Sumerian texts in the original language - possibly the words were lyrics that were meant to be...