Svenk Blackscale was not a heroic member of House Bryaugh's space force. That would have been a remarkable trick for a kobold – even one that had the one tenth dragon blood that was required by the stern admirals and generals that led House Bryaugh's military forces. But as Svenk wasn't even a willing member of the space force, heroism felt like it was askin...
It was the dim, cool night cycle in the garden where the crew lingered after mess. By the table one of the tall, antlered linangi grazed while Fathema scratched the ridge of coarse fur at its nape. The pond lapped at its banks in the dark. A little lantern flickered on the table to provide a circle of light around them. The meal cleared away, they picked at...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. INTAKE Joey Peckerwood's hands shook as he pressed the doorbell to Aunt Beatrice's house. The place was being renovated. That much was clear from the piles of dirt in her front yard. The backhoe was idle today, this being the Sabbath. Joey's index finger was still shaking as he pressed...
It was undoubtedly the WORST place for a car to break down. There she was, trapped in the middle of the Arizona desert in the blistering heat, miles from civilization. She had no cell phone reception, and though she'd remained in the same spot for hours, no one had passed by. She was dizzy with dehydration and her water bottles had emptied over an hour ago...
The house was easy to find, on a lonely road a mile out of town. The perimeter of the large three-story colonial was bathed in halogen-blue security light. No other houses for a quarter mile and a good five miles from Emory University, which seemed strange for a frat-house. The stylish logo was outlined in neon above the large oak front door. "Omega Theta De...
"A bustier? Corset? Maybe one of these shelf bras? No...that's too much...or too little...isn't it? What does one wear to a swinger's party, anyway? Does it even matter? Don't the clothes end up in a pile in the corner when it's all said and done?" Her mind whirled with worrisome questions as she clicked through hundreds of possibilities on dozens of websit...
Chap 1 - A Tourist Accident I was in my third year of medical school when my parents died on an eco-tourist expedition to the Zambezi. Despite prolonged and expensive efforts, no trace of their bodies, or of the other tourist couple and the guides in their canoe, were ever located. The only explanation that came back to me and other members of the family fr...
Part 3 — Ensnared and Enslaved by Paul Gerard (a pen name) Five parts, an epilogue and a bonus story. That's the new plan. No promises, though. Mermaids' appearance has been postponed to part five. Part three ran a bit long, that's why it's two parts now. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on...
My senior year of High School I had a mad crush on two girls, Beth and Rosa. Beth was sweet and quiet. She was one of those tomboys who just turned beautiful over night. She didn't date much. I think she was still getting used to guys noticing her and flirting. I wanted to ask her out but I was afraid I had missed my chance and besides I couldn't work up the...
Foreword: This is a work of pure fantasy and goes back to when I was a teenager and had a HUGE crush on my mom's best friend. The Divorce happened, but unfortunately, I didn't get to help her through it. All persons engaged in sexual antics in this tale are at least 18, and all characters, while having a loose basis in reality, are of my own creation. FAI...