"A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone." - Jo Godwin I have always had a love of books. Old Books, besides their wonderful texture and smell, take you on journeys, lay bare the inner thoughts of great minds, entertain you with wit and satire, reveal to you the exploits of famous explorers, chronicle the rise and fall of great me...
Soft whispered steps carry her toward her Master. Her slender frame lowers to kneel at his feet. Milky thighs pull apart widely as a firm ass settles back to cupped feet, small hands caressing the ample curves and resting to face the moons of Gor. Her back arches upward as full breasts press forward, revealing hardened nipples under the crimson fabric. Her h...
* * * * * Click Here to hear the story. (5 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I watched as both the redhead and the blonde played with each other that night. Both enjoying the company of another. The slight smiles the hidden laughs made it obvious that they got along. Which gave me an evil idea. As the redhead retreated...
The fourth book in The Marketplace Series by author Laura Antoniou is titled The Academy: Tales of the Marketplace. It is a marked departure from the rest of the series as this is a compilation of short stories by a variety of authors, including Ms. Antoniou and her wife, Karen Taylor. As well, the stories are joined together with narratives supplied by Ms....
I traveled to New York after many years of avoiding the city. Too many bad memories kept me from it, and I truly had little reason to visit. As the Airbus rumbled through the skies approaching La Guardia I checked my seat belt and thought of the last time I had been in the city and how it teemed with life and energy and all the possibilities that you can onl...
(based on the Gorean Fiction of John Norman) It was an unusual night in Schendi. It was raining, but that was not the unusual thing. As a pure matter of fact, it rained most days in the sub-equatorial city than it did not. The same was true of the nights. Even the seasons were marked by the rains. In the cooler season it rained a great deal. In the hotter...
This is a work of erotic fiction. None of the events described here have ever happened. Although I encourage readers to give me feedback both positive and negative, nasty anonymous comments are not appreciated. This and all subsequent chapters were co-authored with one of my readers, who is a big fan of the John Norman Gor series. All references to Gor and...
ziaK: this slut greets You Mistress Tehya and prays You are fairing well imaniiJWC: turns seeing Mistress Imanja saying ziaK: greetings sis layla spiritJWC: waits for her choonweh, grinning as she whistles for the 10 thralls to go back to the woods, explaining to them quickly that Itancanka needs three more masts, watches them move back gathering the too...
There is little spoken by the free woman as we journey. She does not want to travel with us but she wants it more than traveling alone. She would surely die. In this way she needs me, the killer of her man. That must drive her mad. It humors me to no end. "You are a fool if you expect me to keep pace with your bosk-footed strides," she says. She is always...
“They’re coming! “Run for the gates of Turia!” The herald lifted again and again as the grass itself bent and shook in tides towards Turia, the high-walled Gorean city lying in the midst of the huge prairies claimed by the Wagon Peoples. Spirals of dust rose into the air as the bosk were driven closer, the rolling sound of pounding hooves almost deafening as...