In the days of their peace and prosperity, they were a merry folk. They dressed in bright colours, but they seldom wore shoes, since their feet had tough and leathery soles and were clad in a thick curling hair, much like the hair of their heads, which was commonly brown. Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful, broad, bright-eyed, red-...
I stood in front of my upstairs bathroom’s full-length mirror, turning this way and that trying to get a clear view of the dozens of red marks and welts that covered my asscheeks, upper thighs and shoulders. This was an entirely new experience for me. There were in fact a string of entirely new experiences in my sex life lately. But how I, who had always be...
Author's Note and Acknowledgements This is an ongoing work, and wouldn't be possible without the pledges, moral support and friendship of these beautiful people: Alonsis Asmund Bell Apothecary29 David A. Orodreth Please bear with me as I get some things sorted out, this month has been especially rough, but I promise you we'll be getting back to...
Hours later, they walked into The Tollhouse. Michael held the door open for her, out of habit, not necessarily chivalry, watching her walk in, clad in a webbed bodysuit and boots. Leana entered, her body instantly captivated by the pulsing techno rhythms. She looked around, entranced by all the tasty, pretty people and the decadent thoughts that drift throug...
Note from author, this is entirely fiction and anything mentioned in the story did not take place. ***** It had been a while now since Kaley Cuoco had divorced and she blamed the old cliche 'on the rebound,' for seeking solace with her old flame and costar Johnny Galecki. He had been sweet and comforting when she needed it, and one thing had led to anothe...
Henry sat in an uncomfortable chair in the little lobby outside the principal's office. The receptionist smiled at him. "What are you in for?" she said, laughing. Henry shrugged and looked nervous. "I'm just kidding," the receptionist said. "I'm sure it's nothing bad. You haven't even been here a week!" It was Henry's fifth day at a new school. His mom g...
Lucas stood in line, reading the coffee menu over and over again, yet somehow not comprehending any of it. The early morning buzz of people in the café seemed distant, the menu seemed foreign and the last night's memories invaded his mind. The soft moans, the taste of her skin, how it felt to be inside her. A loud ring and vibration from his pocket kicked...
The air was hushed, nearly silent as it blew across the surface of the land and the lake. It was warm with a chilly aftertaste, like many late summer mornings have. Frogs croaked, crickets chirped, and birds sang, mixing together to form a natural melody that was beautiful to the ears. She sat on the deck overlooking the water, sipping at a cup of peppermint...
She fluffed her blue lace collar and tried to loosen her dark blue skirts. Tossing her hairpiece to the ground, she let her soft copper hair cascade softly over her shoulders. Her frown wore heavily on her face, darkening her usually bright green eyes. So much, work to escape the preparations for a wedding, a pre-arranged wedding. “In this day and age,” she...
This is the first chapter of my first attempt at writing so would like to hear some feed back please. Chapter one The noise of the arena was deafening from the stands. The noise infected everyone who heard it with excitement of the promise of blood. Everyone except for those waiting beneath, waiting with me. My names James Robinson, and as I wait for my de...