Information Gathering With a sigh Zalen sat down by the others. "Well, the good news is that now I probably know how to win over Xudaal. The bad news is that it's still quite dangerous." "What? How?" Zalen sat down, facing Mirada and the others. "During the wild sex with those giants we ended up breaking the ceiling of an old, buried chamber of some kin...
Author's Note - Please read from Chapter 1 to make sense of this. This is not a quick stroke story. There will be sexy-times, but they will only happen as the story's pace dictates, and that won't start quick. Thank you for reading this far into this tale! Edited 19 November All characters participating in sexual activities are 18 or older. Chapter 25...
Ding-dong! Ah, there it was. You walk up to the door to see a small package lying there. You quietly exlaim "yes!" and picked the package up. You see, a week ago, you decided to secretly order a fleshlight. Sure, you had a big, 8-inch dick in your pants, but you weren't very muscular and your social skills weren't anything special either. You also...
(Author’s note: I’m going to try something weird here. The story is public and I’m going to try to be as hands off as possible, meaning I won’t post very many chapters. I’ll fix typos where I see them but the rest is up to ya’ll. Let’s see those imaginations work.) Chances are if you had any sort of childhood where “What ifs” took place you’ll have heard thi...
Chapter 01: Recovery Doris awoke. She could not remember the last time she had slept in her bed, and she had no recollection of going to it. She could smell the scent of her lilac shampoo, something she could not remember using but she remembered having it. She remembered seeing it last night, forcing her confused brain to focus. She saw it just as the pink...
Matt woke up the next morning to the feeling of soft, warm flesh on top of him, two mounds pressing into his chest. His cock was rubbing against something wet, and he could hear soft breathing. He opened his eyes, and saw that Sophie was laid on top of him, sleeping peacefully, her big, pink duvet covering them both. Matt looked over at her clock, and saw th...
Copyright Oggbashan August 2015 Edited September 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. The information about genies is fictitious...
I know these stories are a dime a dozen but they're one of my favorite genres and I thought of this way of telling it with an interesting twist. I hope you like it. Any feedback would be great. There's a lot of ways I could take this one so just let me know. *** I met my husband nearly twenty years ago at a party some friends had thrown. He was standing in...
The year was 1470. A young man was walking through the markets on the Ponte Vecchio. His Master had sent him to acquire some more painting supplies, though he often liked to explore the marketplace as he did so, to find things which interested him. "Good morning Leonardo," said the man on one of the market stalls. "How's Andrea doing?" "Quite well, thank y...
As we began packing up my grandfather's things after the funeral I looked at his old bottle collection on the top of the mantle over the fire. For years he had collected all the obscure glass bottles from soft drinks and beers from around the country and world when he travelled. Some went back as far as WWII and while most would see them as junk I saw them a...