I tapped out his number on my phone with one of my broken, jagged fingernails and waited for him to answer. “Hello, Dickhead?”... “How’s it hanging?” I said this so cheerfully, I surprised myself. “Oh yeah,” he began, and then continued without a pause, as if he were in the middle of a conversation already in progress. “I’m hanging just fine, thank...
Elizabeth here: This is Ch.03 of The Downhill Fey Forest. Read the other parts if you haven't already. I hope you enjoy it: happy reading! ~~~~~ ~~~~~ Alban stared at the sign. "Fairy village ahead!" it read. Sleepy had told him that there would be fairies, but she didn't say that there was a whole village of them. Two was a pain to deal with; what might a...
The hot rainy season had begun, and The Vale was warm and wet from the oceans surrounding it. The land was scored and ripped up by glaciers, leaving many islands and shallow seas, perfect for a humid environment, partly why this area had not been as inhabited as other areas on the continent. This was also an ecological hotspot for a wide variety of plants us...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
A note from After Dusk... Please don't hate me. There is still a long way to go on our journey with these characters and I'd hate to lose readers now because this part will probably be rough for some of you. That being said, please vote and comment or message me, I enjoy the feedback. -AD ***** Her head is pounding. Her body is cold, she feels it seepin...
You were coming back from California this morning. An event which I have been anxiously awaiting was about to unfold. I would pick you up at the airport at 10:50am as scheduled. I had a plan that did not involve my driving my own vehicle to come get you, though. I'd have to ask a friend to drop me off at the airport. Yes, that's what I'd do. Dropped off ea...
A World of Womencraft story Malala woke up before her harem with the sudden urge to urinate. She had learned the trick to early rising from some friendly humes of the Southern Tribes. There were too many different subcultures among the humes of the Infinite Plains to correctly identify each one, so the entire collective was simply called the Southern Tribes...
We had arrived at the cottage earlier in the week, and had been enjoying our break. The leaves on the trees had been falling, their late autumnal colours so spectacular - gold, brilliant reds, deep browns, purple, dozens of different shades and shapes. The sun was still quite warm during the days. Although weak, it was warm enough that we didn't need jum...
Madam Contrary felt she had not been able to sow her wild oats in quite awhile. The winds had not blown for some time and the rain did not fall. Without a shower the flowers failed to bloom and the clover lost its charm. Nothing lives without nature's lifeblood that is the same from the most delicate orchid to the most robust and stalwart man. Contrary had t...
Jamzebi River: Cockroaches skittered across the floor when Paul Radford opened the steel door to the sweltering heat of the riverboat cabin. In a moment more, the reddish mass of tiny scavengers disappeared: under the mosquito-netted, double-decker bunk; under the closeted kitchen sink; under piles of emptied cans, fish bones and cardboard containers kicked...