Part 1 "I've caught one-hundred and twenty-six so far, how about you?" Naomi said to Becky as they approached the gates. Beyond them, you could see hundreds of people gathering, anxiously waiting outside the convention doors to be let in for the festivities. "One-hundred and twenty-eight," Becky said with a shit eating grin, "I caught Charizard this morni...
Although still in Southampton, I was between assignments. However, my friend Bjorn's Consortium client was looking for someone to attend a meeting on their behalf in Dubrovnik; this time for five days. Hanna or Suzi had arranged my hotel and travel from Gatwick, together with all the contract paperwork and authorisations. An early start but I arrived the...
Chapter Three: The Mountain As promised, my father came to collect me just before dawn. The sun streaked across the sky in reds and oranges, colours so bright I thought they would surely scorch the earth. I closed my eyes against the brightness, and when I finally moved to open them again I was surrounded by the beauty of Mount Olympus. I had always believe...
DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction and the characters are either completely fictional or are fictional versions of their real selves. The events depicted are made up and any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental. This story is meant as a work of erotic fiction only and is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18. If you would lik...
What follows is the first part of an account given by a late sixteenth-century cloth merchant who claimed to have witnessed a witches' sabbath in southern Germany: While passing the night at a boarding house I was forced to take my evening meal in the tavern, where there worked a trio of most comely young serving wenches: one was blonde, one a brunette, and...
Introduction Cold winds battered against the flesh of trees and men alike, darkened skies left little to observe save for the grey snow that covered the earth, trees and hills like a rotten blanket that surrounded this unpleasant valley wrought with the harshness of winter. A party of five could be seen trekking through the damp, hugging rags of fur and clo...
The crowd gasped as the Green Knight swung his two-handed pole--axe down against the helmet of the Black Squire; the ringing blow echoed across the tourney field as the young squire fell to his knees then slowly pitched forward into the sandy earth. The Green Knight turned and surveyed the field; six opponents lay sprawled in the dirt. Only the Red Knight re...
Everyone is over 18 in this. So here I am, a man who is 16 years older than I am has his hands in my hair, pushing my head down on his cock and pulling it back up again while two teenagers go at it like rabbits in the hotel room next to ours. I'm so horny I can barely control my hands, my arms, or anything. With my one shaky hand I'm holding the base of his...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
If you go to enough of them, all parties start to feel the same after a while; the same music, the same conversations, the same drinks. And that night was no different. I had been partying a lot around that time. After finishing up Game of Thrones, I needed time to let my hair down, especially after saying goodbye to Arya for the last time. That night, I was...