Lola heard them laughing in the kitchen. "Master, you are truly Masterful, merge your juices with mine in an ecstatic union," Roger quoted, "who writes your scripts?" Georgina's grin remained, "They weren't just words, by then I had been coming non-stop for minutes and I felt like a wet sponge." "How come I always seem to be missing out on sex lately?" Lo...
Her flaming red hair tangles with the flowers and the wet green grass of the forest. She arches her back as a wave of warm pleasure surges through her lithe young body. She isn't supposed to know about these things. She isn't supposed to do these things in the middle of the forest. She did what the Wolf told her to do. Go pick flowers. Smell the flowers. Sh...
This story eventually has a gay scene in it. If this bothers you, don't read on. ***** She always was a naughty little tease and subtlety was a concept completely alien to her. The way she's reclining right now is a perfect case in point. I can honestly say that I have never laid a hand, or any other body part for that matter, on her in an inappropriate wa...
All Characters in this story are 18 years or older in Human years. * Deep within a majestic forest and long before the empires of men stood an ancient society whose long standing traditions still run through our veins, those lucky enough to witness the last remnants of this society called these mystic beings Nymphs. The Nymphs arrived from a higher plan...
One man stood alone. One small man. No, that’s not true. He wasn’t a small man. Just small-minded. Mean of spirit. The field swayed around him. Wave after wave of corn, slapped by the wind this way and that. It seethed as it moved, glancing first north, then south, as the capricious breeze threatened it from every angle. And still the man stood. Silent....
I honestly wonder if there's something wrong with me sometimes. Folks say I'm a paranoid misanthrope. They think I'm abnormal. Then again, maybe I'm not. Yeah, I'm a little weird but this isn't exactly a normal world either. Maybe it's the world that's crooked and I'm A-okay. Right? My name is Stefan Ambroise. A big and tall, kind of good-looking black man l...
What if my government lied to me and all of us...again? "Happy Earth Day Everyone!" Happy Earth Day? Wait, hold on, not so fast. Stop! Deflate the balloons. Cancel the caterer. Return all the bottled water. Stop the music. Stop marching. Disband the parade. Everyone go home. "Hey, I see you trying to hide with that tuba. Go home. And you! Stop banging tha...
This is purely fiction. Names were changed to protect my butt. * I am sitting at my kitchen table trying to relive the past forty-four years. Trying to figure out just exactly went wrong. Hoping to gain insight as to "was it me" or "was it her." When we got married forty four years ago I had really hoped this was the right woman for me as I had hoped she w...
My first two weeks in court have been a tremendous struggle. I have been kept away from Henry for about as long as I can bear - he had not been entirely truthful when he said that we had two weeks to discover how we had each changed in the past nine years. His uncle George has managed to keep us separate, claiming that I had to have my wedding gown fitted, e...
"Mum wants to fuck you," Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup. "Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn't hear you wrong," I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement. "My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to sha...