As always, thanks to all who give meaningful feedback. I enjoy emailing with you. R. Van Warmer: 'You try and hold on to the moment, but time won't let you stay, and for every step you take, you lose something on the way.' + + + My world was falling apart. My wife of sixteen years, Ashley, had been feeling quite ill, for much too long, and finally agreed...
I started to frequent local bars once more, in order to make contact with the Cobra women who used me sexually. I went to a place close to where I work, but that evening no one tried to pick me up. I was walking out the door and heading to my car, when a woman called out to me. I was putting the key into the door lock, as I looked up. The next thing I knew ,...
When Sir Dan and Eva finally got out of the tub he and Eva dried each other off. She noticed that he kept looking at the clock on the bathroom wall. Not wanting to interrupt she kept silent. When he left the room she quickly wiped down the tub and tidied the room. Then she thought she heard muffled voices like she had heard when Sir awakened her earlier. B...
Covered With Cum—An Absolutely True Story It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date,...
Author's Note: This story assumes that you are familiar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and more peripherally, the characters of Lestat and Louis from the Anne Rice "Vampire" series. I have tried my best to give general background and relationships between characters, but of course, as with all fan fiction, I do rely on your previous knowledge of the basic pr...
We took Norman Hall's most nondescript carriage that evening. There are some events at which a fine lady wishes to make an impression upon the larger community. A dark-moon witches' esbat in a snowy forest isn't one of them. I wore the clothes Mother had selected for me: A festive white blouse, hand-embroidered with red and green thread; a red felt vest th...
This is my first "smut" short story that I decide to publish! Thanks you for taking some of your time to read what I've written so far :) Lots of love, Jynx ***** The bard was sitting quietly, with a pint of mead in his hands. His companion the barbarian, thought that it was pretty unusual for him to be so quiet. Hell, he even looked like he was sleeping!...
Alex knelt by the door. His knees hurt, his shoulders hurt, his butt hurt... His everything hurt, actually. He had been paddled by his Sir, blindfolded, gagged, and tied up in rope. He was drooling through the ring gag, dripping down his chin and to his bound breasts. They heaved with his every breath, his nipples hard and coated with saliva. He shifted his...
About 80 years ago, before I met my beloved elf, I travelled the world in search of love, power and fun. Sometimes, I enjoyed roaming the blank spaces on the maps to explore and see new places. There, in the terrains of unknown, I stumbled upon a weird city, and things quickly ran out of hand because the peeps there were veeery oldtimey and uh... still thoug...
It was the night before Halloween and my plan for the next night was to order an extra large pizza, grab a bottle of cheap wine and have a scary movie marathon on the couch with my cat. In fact, I was on my way to the nearest Redbox when my cell rang. It was my best friend, Sarah. "Hey!! What are you doing tomorrow night?" she shouted. I pulled the phone...