Chapter One: No Ordinary Girl There were two things that Cypress Madison had never been. She had never been anything more than ordinary. She was not talented, or graceful, or even very smart, although most people assumed she was a genius of some sort. No, she had no ability for anything like sports or the arts. And her GPA was usually just enough to keep he...
I stopped at the first smithy I came to and had him sharpen my big blade. He admired the thing and put a good edge on it. We talked and then walked to the tavern for a pint and a pasty. I was still spending British coins so I stood him a drink and asked directions, hoping to soon catch up with what was left of my scattered Maryland company. Somebody must ha...
Kim's birthday is actually not too long after mine. She took the day off to celebrate, but I wasn't able to. She said she didn't mind having the house to herself for a little while anyway. I tried to get my work done so I could leave a little early, but it wasn't meant to be. I left right at five and headed home to get ready for our night out of dinner, a mo...
Chapter 2 - The Perfect Party Game Disguise 'Thanks,' she said dropping a triumphant kiss on top of my head. I immediately felt twisted round her finger and I wished I'd made a greater effort to object. But I didn't have time for further contemplation as I started to pull off my shirt. She hauls more clothing from her cupboard. Soon she'd found a pair of pi...
The same thought had occurred to Georges. Very soon, Laura would be heading for home: she would want the chance to catch up with her friends before going back to college. He hoped that she would want to return to them the following summer, but he decided that he wanted to capture her on film so that he and Vivette would be able to continue to enjoy her in th...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
It is typical in these sorts of confessional stories to change names to protect the innocent, but in this case the concept of 'innocence' barely applies. That said, I will refer to my friend here as Sweet. If you're old enough to remember the singer Matthew Sweet, then hopefully it won't seem too odd to call him that. I think the gender ambiguity of that nam...
I never think of the future. It comes soon enough. Albert Einstein 17 April, 1912 She stood at the rail, looking down into the passing sea. New York lay somewhere ahead, not quite another day ahead; the Titanic lay somewhere in the belly of the sea, now two days gone into a receding past. Her father was, she assumed, still onboard, down there in the dark...
(Author's Note: This is the edited version! Build up to smut will be slow, you may have to wait till chapter 3 before it gets to the good stuff. So, if you want a quick fix this story is definitely not for you!) Simple and Pure Chapter One: Blind Date "This isn't a good idea." I tried my best to reason with my belligerent friend, trying to argument...
It was big, hard and very black. The massive column of pitch black masculine flesh filled and stretched queen Disa's pussy more than any other cock had done before. She moaned loudly as she laid naked on the warm summer grass in the shadow of the big painted runestone that her father, Horsa, had raised. The ornate runestone had been raised in celebration of...