This is NOT a story. This is a scene, there is no character arc, no plotline and no moral. It's just a one-shot erotic encounter based on an RPG game based on a computer game. This is fanfic, more to the point it is gamefic set in the Elder Scrolls III world of Morrowind. I do write non-erotic fanfic, but this didn't seem to belong on the usual fan sites....
REVELATIONS : Bitter Indulgence "Can I have two McChicken Sandwich meals please?" "What drink would you like with that sir?" "Can I Have a Coke and what would you like Jade?" I could hear the snickers that came from behind the counter. Jade? What a name did he pick for me? Marchand you sly git. I shall get you back." "I'll have the same please hunny."...
I've been seeing this Gemini for three months now and I must say that I've already found myself compromising and trying to be patient and trying to understand what I've gotten myself into. The thing is, he and I understand each other in more than just intellectual conversation, which is why I keep thinking he can't possibly be a Gemini but however, this desc...
I was listening to Tom Leykis on the radio as I was driving home from work the other day and was confronted with an interesting topic. Generally you can count on the good old Professor to have a nice pussy hungry, bare breasts flashing on the highway kind of radio show, but sometimes he pulls out some incredibly rational and timely shows that cut through all...
This story could fit in many categories, including reluctance and erotic couplings. I put it in Loving Wives because the comments in this section are always so much "fun." _______________________ For centuries romance authors, and others, have maintained that there is a fine line between romantic love and hate. Up until now that assumption has been based...
The metallic scream of the bell heralded yet another hour of torment for Nicholas Wellings. It was 10 o'clock Tuesday morning and time for another 60 minutes of mind destroying mathematics. The very mention of the word arithmetic sent a wave of nausea through Wellings' stomach. Within the confines of the maths room his body co-ordination seemed to leave hi...
Brother Samuel here. A lot of people have asked me why I do what it is I do. I don't understand the question. I am what I am. I do what comes natural. The alternative is simply unthinkable. I have a power and I will continue to use it until it's gone or I am. To do anything else would be simply wrong. I am a bisexual black man who sticks up for Men's Rights...
The events and characters of this story are figments of my imagination. Truly, I have no idea where I get this shit. I need help. Should someone see themselves as characters in this story, it's either a huge coincidence on my part or guilt and shame on your part. Yet, for those who are truly shameful and guilty, don't despair, oh miserable ones. God is savi...
A puff of steam exited the shower with her. A normal bath towel could wrap up two of her. Bronze shoulders and toes are all that peak out. The perfectly knotted towel, intertwined with her brown locks is like an elaborate crown. The blow drier seems to shriek in the room lit mostly by moonlight. The towel loosens as she brushes her way through the long...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I've been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I've been seeing black men and black...