The Nibelung saga is one of the oldest written documents of the Nordic literature. Anyway, there are parts inside the original script described only scarcely, especially concerning the wedding night. This short story may suggest a description what might have happened in reality. The Nibelung saga tells us the story of the court of the Burgundian King Gunter...
Until he turned twenty-one Andy Titus didn't get his leg over a motorcycle unless he hired one but that changed when he left the repair shop of Bert's Outboard Motors to become resident mechanic for the Newpark Women's Motorcycle Recreational Club. Andy was warned by the chief executive during the interview that 80% of members were gay but that didn't deter...
What's up people? My name is Wendy Darcy-Rousseau and I'm a young black woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father, William Darcy, and a white Canadian mother, Julianne Tremblay. After moving to the City of Toronto for school, I fell in love with this majestic town. I graduated with...
The church bell tolls again. I have nothing better to do than to count, so I do. One... two... three. It's summer and the sun is still high in the sky when I look out of the window. In the piazza across the river, the old men have gathered again around the giant chess board etched into the ground. They are bickering over a knight that rises to half their he...
Chapter 2: An Afternoon at the Mansion The inside the mansion was as grand as the outside. The house was filled with priceless antiques, many brought from far corners of the earth by the family's fleet of merchant ships in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The residence was huge and as Darlene walked Holly through it's many rooms, Holly thought how w...
It was one of those rainy days, the ones where its raining just hard enough to keep everybody inside and feeling gloomy as a Cubs fan during the World series. I was sitting at my desk launching pencils into the ceiling and flinging cards at a hat on the other side of the room, wishing I had just stayed home in bed. At least there I'd be doing something. Slee...
This is a sequel to "I Can Explain", a very funny story written by my friend RPSuch. It is written with his permission. Please read his story first, as this won't be clear at all without knowledge of that story. Also, those of you who have read my other stories will think I've lost my mind, more so than usual. Ever since the events my wife Sandy narrated i...
Note from the author: This is my first attempt at writing a sexual story. Please be patient with me. The wind whistled past her pointed ears as she flew through the sky, feeling the shift of her partners muscles beneath her. Her silver hair, tied back in a braid, flopped against her back as he twisted and turned, flipped and spun. She laughed, no longer c...
My name is Lorelei Bridges. I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous Irishwoman who attends Curry College in the town of Milton, Massachusetts. I'm a business administration major. I'm also a real-life Hunter. When supernatural creatures such as vampires, werewolves, demons, monsters and zombies step out of line, I'm the one who...
Chapter 3 The Visit to Room 2 The two women left the room while letting Amelie return to her work. They walked down the corridor to the door number 2. The sign indicated, 'Milking Room, Fortified Milk'. Please wear your security garments before entering.' Claudine opened and let Stephanie pass. This room also consisted of five tables. A young girl of aroun...