"I still think this is a bad idea," Snatch muttered. He drew the whetstone across the blade of his scythe, grimacing at the harsh scraping sound. "Bad idea. Bad job. Bad partner to do it with." "And I still think you're being a jerk about that." Snatch looked up from sharpening his scythe. Larya, a dark-haired woman with bright green eyes to match her plain...
Helen, during her training in the USAF, had been taught history. She had found most of it a snoozer - but one fact that floated from the hazy depths of her brain was that, back in the day, naval officers would help to lead their troops onto enemy ships. But in the era where getting onto an enemy ship involved jumping from one deck to another, with a sword in...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
(Years ago when I first started to read erotica, the books I could find were the Victorian era stories done by Anonymous writers. I still love to read those stories; they have a timeless quality about them. This is in a way my tribute to those works of writers long gone but not forgotten. Even though we may not know their names.) * In the summer of my eig...
Madigan Ridge turned ghostly while Malcolm Brand was still inside her. Having shocked even herself that she would go against her principals and have sex with another man. Malcolm too had a great deal of respect for her Husband General Obadiah Ridge. Yet, they concluded while alone that none of them would ever see their own era ever again. It was a no- braine...
Isolated like her first encounter with the parasitic rain Sophia Ridge found herself whole again. At least that was something. Her meditation chamber dank and lonely. Save for her new friends within her every cell. Every fiber. Every bone. She felt incredible. Happy to be reborn. If only the void in her stomach would subside. She could feel its hunger. Outwe...
Alvar Corso soared through the hard vacuum, a graceful parabola that ended with one foot firmly planted on rock, and his cock balls-deep in Genevra Frey. Two strokes per leap now, because he was getting close, and from the sound of it so was Genevra. He covered twenty-five meters before pulling his shaft clear, the glistening wetness of Genevra's pussy glow...
The plot and characters of this story are obviously fictitious but the setting is real and I have tried to recreate it as best I could from memory – I hope I have done it justice. I have never encountered a Selkie but I know they are real! * * * * * Jess parked the car next to the little church in the car park of the Aird of Sleat. This was as far as she c...
The Roman November was cold and chill. Steam clouded the kitchen windows as Mavis Hazelton, our cook, prepared the Noon meal at the Generalate. Mavis, a short, chubby woman in a white blouse and dark skirt, was usually disheveled by the middle of the day, but today she had a panicked look about her. As I entered, she caught my eye and said frantically: "Hele...
Forward: For those that dislike stories that involve anything supernatural, move on now. If you were a "Twilight Zone" fan, maybe this one is for you. The nature of the subject requires that the reader be a little tolerant applying Math and Physics to the plot line. It is difficult to keep a story 100% accurate when describing events that could not possibly...