Part 1 (4727 words) "Okay Pari, don't freak out but-. . ." A dish slick with dish detergent slipped from Pari's grip and crashed into several others. It was loud enough to warrant a call from the neighbors who wanted to 'make sure everything was alright over there'. "I told you not to freak out," Odette said in the silence that filled the wake of the glas...
Happily ever after? Welcome to Part Seven of The Florida Trip, aka The Baseball Trip: Season Two. This is the final part, so if you haven't read up till now, I'm not sure what to say. Everyone is over the age of 18. I woke up on the floor of our hotel room. Back itching from the carpet. Muscles sore from the... well everything. We'd had yet another wild n...
My name is Ana Fleiss, and I am an exhibitionist. It's the thing that most makes me feel alive; the thing that feeds my deepest, most erotic desires. But this isn't quite a story about my current life as an exhibitionist and all of the many incredible experiences that I have had since discovering and embracing this side of myself. This is an account of how...
"Madigan? Are you in here?" Young James Ian Pryce cautiously searches the shadows of the unexplored areas of the Ganthorian Hilton. He needed advice and the chance to offer a warning to her. Uncertain now of what her mindset was after losing her physical body permanently for a second time. He had searched high and low in the corridors as well as rooms that...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Rev...
I'm returning to an old series I wrote several years back and neglected to finish. Now I'm looking forward to continuing the storyline. The following is a reasonably stand-alone story that takes place between Dress Off 2 and Dress Off 3. All comments and private messages are welcome, and thanks in advance for your honest votes. ======================= Cour...
By this point, Brist's mind had totally surrendered to the sad, wretched truth: He loved his kittens. He shook and writhed between their feathers as they gleefully tickled his sides. They had gagged him with vines, so now it was all he could do to giggle and moan. The redhead was kissing his neck, licking him with her rough tongue, sensuously treating him...
Part Three - The Knife in the Rock. I was there. When a solitary boy, just breaking man, pulled a knife from a tight rock and found himself king, I was there. I wasn't the only one of course, as one might expect for a coronation. Both fate and conjure meant there was quite the cavalcade of characters, even if some of them were uncertain of their true role...
I know what you're thinking: "Oh my God! She's posting a new story without having finished the last one!" I know, I know, I'm horrible. But here's the thing with that other story: I'm stuck. Big time. Every time I write you guys something I need to get that feeling like things are flowing nicely, like "This is what I want these characters to make people fee...
It was a bright afternoon two days later, when Arawn Stonebrook once again surveyed the home of the coming battle. The appearance had changed quite a bit; the huge war camp of the orcs and elves was complete and it blocked off the only clear passage into the Northern Oaks entirely. Between the camp and the battlefield lay five staggered rows of chevaux de fr...