Champion of the Goddess, Part 4 Synopsis: This is a continuation of the New Game Master and Next Game Master series. The premise of the story will be lost to those who did not read the previous version. After a night of ups and down Raven was almost halfway back to level 20. Mother Creator dealt with the fallout of the evening when 22 goddesses rose to cha...
Mark was thirsty, tired, hot and horny. He'd only made it halfway through his lengthy sales trip when his car's air conditioning conked out, leaving him feeling baked for three straight days as he called on clients. Now, pulling into his driveway, he could think only of the swimming pool in his neighbor's back yard and the open invitation he and his wife Joy...
(This story is a cooperative effort between me and someone who has similar likes in erotica. We have put it together via e-mail even though we have never spoken or meet. It is a follow on from the Supersizeme series.) Brad It was now a few weeks since the night Cathy collected her prize as the winner of the Supersizeme competition. The competition where sh...
"So, you don't want a tattoo? Actually, rings sound pretty good to me. Two perfect rings!" Hailey stared - two rings? "You are going to pierce my nipples?" "Piercing? No, I don't think so. I was thinking more in terms of sliding in." He was going to slide rings in? Where would..... Nick was softly nibbling on her fingers when Hailey finally got it. "Ni...
"Mistress, your guest has just arrived and waits in the study," the young nymph-like slave whispered, her eyes lowered in deference. Roxanna rose from the dining couch smiling down at the two men she had been entertaining. "You must excuse me, gentlemen; there is some minor crisis in the kitchen." She turned to the young slave with a smile, "Felicity, fetch...
I'd like to spank, er, thank! My wife Mrs. 123z for the inspiration and ideas for this gothic type tall tale. x Isle of Wight, 1891. As the horse drawn carriage drew up to the foreboding mansion I felt a distinct feeling of dread leap up in my bosom. It seemed like a cliché from an old ghost story as the storm grew ever more ferocious and Peter and myse...
The next few days flew by for Varric. That morning he woke and quickly dressed in the newest set of armor the Inquisitor had given him, and pulled his duster on over that. Bianca settled between his shoulders on his back, a comfortable and welcome weight. He made one last check of his pack and his bolt quiver before he left his room. The party the Inquisitor...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...
All of the characters in this story are at least 21 years of age or older. Enjoy . . . * * * * * "Here it is!" I finally found my old Halloween costume, in a box in the attic marked 'Donations'. I'm not sure why it was in there, possibly to keep it hidden from visiting guests, especially the underage kind. It's a Catwoman outfit (go figure), one I had w...
"What the Hell?" I muttered to myself, as my bedroom went suddenly dark. Frowning, I flipped the unresponsive light switch on and off. Or was that off and on? Regardless, the damn thing wasn't doing its job. So, here I am, in a bra and undies, fumbling in the dark, trying to feel for my robe. I wasn't a shy person, but damned if I was going to go outside pra...