Lucid never had figured out why the women of this land traveled clad only in the barest of clothing. The lack of modesty didn't bother him in the slightest. He spent many hours sitting in market squares watching the women as they passed. Their strong legs and arms ran to smoother lines rather then muscle tone. Their silken skin covered just enough muscle and...
Chapter 1: The Winged Siege "TO ARMS!! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!!" The stone fortress erupts in a flurry of trumpets and the yelling of dwarven and elven soldiers, startled by the sharp-pitched screams of winged death swooping from above. King Loric of the dwarven army steps from out of the Northwest Tower and rushes to the rampart, clad in dented and battle-w...
Iimja slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was laying on his back on the ground. It was warm, which was good because he was naked, but not as hot as home. The sound of waves breaking came from not far away. As he slowly opened his eyes he saw palm trees against a blue sky with puffy white clouds. "So far, so good," he thought. "Seems right." This bo...
He sat writing at his desk. Writing fiction is taking a trip into a world that exists only as per the terms suited to the author. If that fiction is erotica then you can do things which you would not contemplate in real life. And that was why Shyam wrote. It allowed him to indulge in fantasies about all the women he encountered in life. Women who he talked...
Let me tell you what happened to me at work about a month ago. I'm self-employed and have a small office primarily for telephone services. I have two women and one guy working for me. Two of them work on a part-time basis a couple days a week and the third works full-time as my assistant. Well this story is about my assistant, Rebecca. Rebecca is a beautif...
I wrote this in 2000, so it's been a while, but I thought it worth sharing: "It's been almost two years now since it happened, and I've managed to forget and remember it a hundred times over. He said he wanted me to remember - made a point of that - but sometimes it's easier and less painful to forget. Because remembering is one thing - but the longing to g...
Monsieur Colbert, the King’s superintendant, failed to save the Louvre as the seat of France’s Monarchy, and so always for the interests of his sovereign he oversaw the funding and such of Louis XIV’s love, the Palais de Versailles. In the spirit of the aptly named Grand Century, the best artisans and architects to be found were often the very best, and the...
She felt the stresses of the past couple of weeks gradually melt away as she slowly and purposefully rubbed silky oil in her skin...her long slender arms, letting it drip from her shoulders and watching it quickly run down thru the middle of her chest to her abdomen. The sun was blissfully warm and with a gentle warm breeze blowing from across the waves, s...
I lived for a while in Namibia, a city in South Africa. Males were subservient to females and old worldly customs lived on. There was very little crime, minor traffic offenses were punishable to males via corporal punishment, whereas females simply received a hefty fine and points on their license males were strapped to a padded whipping horse at the local P...
"Bashir, where in hell are you? Come here, I think I've been bit," Marlene Thompson shouted as she stumbled out of the warehouse, clutching her wounded knee with one hand while holding her pistol with the other. Wandering the warehouse in search of food wasn't a good idea, but hunger has a way of making people do things they wouldn't otherwise do, even durin...