Chapter 11 – The Dragon's Child "The dark pulse of magic pounded against corroded veins, throwing vestigial light over the gaping abyss of the shattered city, rent stone and broken men. Born to the shell of a human laid the soul of the only agent powerful enough to challenge the gods themselves; the small and the great alike took notice as it slithered thr...
I've never considered myself a racist, because I've always done my best to look at people as individuals, regardless of color. And, when the subject of race was unavoidable, I've always erred on the side of caution to keep from offending anyone. But, I was recently accused of being racist, for precisely that reason, being too cautious. You see, even though I...
CHAPTER ONE ONE A thick strand of drool glimmered in the light. It stretched from his cock to her hungry tongue as he playfully pulled it from her eager mouth. She was naked, lying flat on her back on the dining room table, each limb tied to a table leg. Her head was not allowed to rest on the table; instead, around her neck she wore a collar and he held t...
In her heart of hearts, Goodwife Jane had to admit that she'd never approved of the maidservant's looks or behavior. Fiona, a distant cousin of Jane's, had come over from Ireland fleeing some unspecified disgrace. From the moment Jane laid eyes on Fiona's silky, fiery red hair, her milk-white skin sprinkled with the lightest of freckles and the sassy way she...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * * * * * "That is your grandson," Sandra hissed firmly, returning Cris's angry glare with one of her own. "Yes I sent a baby gift to Freddy and I also sent a card too; by the way, Mr. Hard Ass, you owe me; I bought your grandson a five hundred dollar savin...
Note from the actual author: This is a fantasy story I wrote sometime ago. Apologies to the various fantasy authors I was inspired by/shamelessly cribbed from. Any similarities to any actual people living or dead is unintentional, which should probably be assumed being as it's fantasy. The Calandrian Chronicles: Eloise's Journey From the pen of Tatiana Eve...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
Addendum to Phoebe's Manual of Practical Sex by Lee Scarlet "Never underestimate the potential of ex-wives and ex-husbands to provide endless erotic entertainment. Their shared sexual history brings huge emotional momentum to everything they do, positive or negative." Page 17, Phoebe's Manual of Practical Sex Cory wanted to build a birdhouse. That's all....
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the t...