"Enter." The iron door swung open, and a drow warrior strode halfway across the dimly-lit chamber before obediently dropping to a knee. "Priestess Varassa, your scouts have returned from their raid upon the surface." Sighing in annoyance, Varassa set down her stylus and glared at her quivering supplicant. "Do you think me deaf, male? I heard the palisade g...
All Characters in this story are 18 years or older in Human years. * Deep within a majestic forest and long before the empires of men stood an ancient society whose long standing traditions still run through our veins, those lucky enough to witness the last remnants of this society called these mystic beings Nymphs. The Nymphs arrived from a higher plan...
The sky that late October night was an inky bluish-black, sliced only slightly by the sliver of moon. The clouds raced across the crescent moon, looking like mysterious figures in black carrying out some nefarious deed. Below, in the graveyard of the abandoned church, a low mist clung to the ground, seemly unable -- or unwilling -- to be moved by the winds t...
It was a dark and stormy evening. Jennifer watched the drops of water hit the window in an apparently random array. She blew a puff of warm air against the glass and attempted to draw shapes, constellations, letters, anything between the drops but nothing appeared. Jennifer wiped the glass clean with her folded napkin, inhaled deeply, and settled into the ce...
I would say that I spend a good seventy five percent of my effort, minimum, when talking about BDSM, actively contradicting common wisdom on the topic. And it must really seem, at times, like I'm simply contrarian on the matter. Given how I go out of my way to challenge almost every perception and preconception about it, sometimes, I must seem like one of th...
This story is mostly fiction, I will leave you to guess which parts are autobiographical. —————————————————————————————— I'm now in my seventies, happily married to Denise. These events happened a long time ago now, but document the start of our less than usual relationship. - - - o 0 o - - - I admired Denise's pert bum as she got out of bed and headed t...
Warning! Work in progress, the full book-series is not yet finished (unless my profile states otherwise). Agonising waits in between chapters is a very real risk! Copyright of Nanna Marker * ----=(Home)=---- "Little Human, wake up." "What is it?" mumbled Majgen, not at all in the mood to wake up. "I need to tell you something." Aejoa picked her half-sl...
Chapter Ninety-One: Ascent For the next several days, we relaxed in between going to meetings with Sereda. She had already made sweeping changes, instituting a new 'military' caste that took anyone who could fight regardless of previous caste (or lack thereof). She had the recruits, mostly former casteless, training under the supervision of a few open-mind...
Note: The names of persons in this story are purely fictional and have no connection whatsoever with any living or diseased persons. *** It's nice when money's not a concern. I grew up with privilege. My dad, Ari Gerber, made his fortune in the auto parts and accessories business, and then made even more investing in the oil and energy sectors. We lived in...
This chapter is posted as Erotic Couplings because the plot is headed in a different direction. The Lit categories are tough when the story moves across boundaries; this one gets more complicated. Hopefully the readers will follow. Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply. This is a work of Fiction and will have an additi...