(For descriptive consistency I used glamour model Leanna Decker as the template for Meg). *** It was a time of peace in the valley. The meadows were green and farmer Jones had only one worry, his daughter Meg was getting on in age and he had to find her a husband. He was just a serf and wanted to make sure his daughter was well provided for. He hoped he wo...
The next few weeks sped by with Aran learning more from Amina than he had from Elaina and Smythe combined. The Priestess imparted on him hundreds of years of wisdom and knowledge, and taught him far more of his Gift, and how to use it. Still more knowledge was gained from poring through the many ancient texts Amina possessed, writings from another time, anot...
Zarafa Rio sprawled on her belly on a futon, her Titian red hair spilling off the top of the mattress onto a woven-grass tatami mat. Sunset bathed the room in a carmine glow that rouged her skin like petals of a dusky rose. A few thousand yards from her one-room bamboo-and-thatch hut, surf crashed against white sand that powdered the islet of Aitanu like sug...
This story is unusual for me: a series of interconnected vignettes. Not all are entirely uplifting, or equally erotic, but I hope you find the result satisfying. There are fantastic elements but it doesn't feel like a good fit for that category; as it's short, I placed it here mostly as a catch-all. Enjoy! * * * [i.] She hadn't meant to lose the path. Ju...
'Just the beginning' turned into Amy passing out. Despite her athleticism, at her size just reaching her favourite parts of Amanda's behemoth form left her winded, much less doing what she wanted. She did, however, fuck her girlfriend's cock in the most intimate way. Hands wrapped in the foreskin, Amy swung her hips until her own prick sank deep into the cum...
*Author's note: I had originally intended for chapter 7 to be the final chapter in the Drama Bomb arc, but it's grown so long I decided to break it up into two parts. As with all my stories, Sarkopheros has been a huge inspiration to me, as well as donating his time and considerable storytelling ability to help me polish and edit my work. If you enjoy this s...
The Hilaria In ancient Rome, the Hilaria was a festival that coincided with the beginning of spring and it centered around the goddess Cybele, the mother of the gods, who later would become synonymous with Demeter. The festival took place around the timeframe of our modern day "April Fools" merriment. In fact, the ritual of pranking evolved from some of the...
Mary very nearly flung her phone across the room after her boyfriend hung up on her. It was so frustrating that he treated her like a toy. Kris treated her like she was something to be taken down off the shelf when he wanted something, twenty bucks, a ride to work maybe a fuck. When he was done with her she was supposed to be content to sit on the shelf wait...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, gents and ladies! Back on my BS with another Lady D joint! Yeah, boyyyyyyy! (This concludes my state-mandated Flavor Flav reference for the year. Texas has some weird laws.) We're almost done with this field trip to good old Tarterus. Two parts remain, but I'm taking the rest of the month off to do a p...
Nataly stretched as she woke up, her hand brushed against Vals back, Nataly smiled as she slowly crawled over to Vals hips and rolled her over slowly. Val moaned as she opened her eyes slowly while smiling as she noticed a reddish gold head of hair was wiggling between her hips. Val reached down and gently pulled Natalys head up, "Well good morning to you t...