The Harpy's Pride by taiyakisoba Levinja pressed the bear's fur more tightly around her, despite the smell, as the next onslaught of ice and sleet smashed against her. She shivered, blinking snow-blind against the chaos of white and grey. There, the path. The path! It continued, almost totally obscured around the edge of the mountain. The green mountain me...
*Second story in the Monster Tales series. Bahla Ansam, a young woman who has a knack for organizing artefacts, helps out small museums to sort out their archives and handle any lost and founds. She comes across a particular statue of a half jaguar, half man with Mayan writing on the base and eyes that have a deep effect on her. Little does she know how she...
Note: This is part of a continuing story. The previous parts are, in order: Drummer Boy - The Call, Drummer Boy - Jason Goes to Hell, Drummer Boy - Down to Earth and Drummer Boy - Secret Origins. Welcome back! How's the family? Seen any good movies lately? Now that we've gotten the small talk out of the way, let's jump back into story mode. I hope you'll e...
Home from school Kerry had retreated to his bedroom, to the knowing looks and stifled giggles of his two sisters, Samantha and Cassandra. The girls had prurient grins. They were looking forward to their brother's impending humiliation. To make it worse they had been joined by their cousin, Veronica, who sat with them, sprawled in the living room. A wicked fi...
LBD in Las Vegas (FINAL) We are in our Third Age. Hi, I'm Russ and my 68 year old wife is Susan. We've been talking about a one week vacation in Las Vegas, "Sin City," and lose all our inhibitions. Our plans include doing whatever we want as a couple or individually with no recriminations from the other, if one seeks something or someone different. Susan is...
*** This story is set in the medieval Viking age, with elements of horror, and has MINIMAL erotic content. *** The Story Of Mist 1. Shortcomings (a tale of the Valkyrie Mist, set in Midgard) Cattle die, and kinsmen die,And so one dies one's self,One thing now, that never dies,The fame of a dead man's deeds.(Bellow's translation) Cattle die, kindred die,...
Okay. Every so often I have to do something different. This one is pretty twisted. It is not part of any of my series, it is completely stand alone. Unlike most of my stories, it has some very graphic, very warped, freaky, fetish-y sex. Not necessarily in a good way. I apologize in advance for the Teddy Bear. Really. Thanks to blackrandi and sbrooks103X for...
It was a different time and place. A time when one did as one was told. A time when things were hard, money was short, where there was nowhere to go to get help, there was just the family. My father had been killed in the war, but being an attractive widower, it was not long before my mother had another husband. He was a big man with a quick temper, not av...
"What's wrong honey?" The less than reputable Lady Trish had picked up at the bar purred into her ear. They had been fucking ever since getting back, she looked exhausted. "I'm going to have to go soon..." Trish had been recently transformed in to a living sex toy. She knew she looked vulgar to say the least but after her first week living in her new capaci...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * Striking the Balance: (No Country For Old Men): The past: We were somewhere around Tindouf, on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I was holed up in one of the Sahrawi tents overnight, suffering from burns and the delirium was upon me. I thi...