Cien sat astride his horse wearily. It had been a long while, and he was more than ready to be home. They had not found Alex, but there had been gossip that he was dead. Cien felt a pang of regret. He wished he had not been driven to throw his cousin out, but it had come to it, he reminded himself sharply. It wasn't his fault. Nay, Alex had indeed gone daft....
| Chapter 16 -- Colorblind & Camouflaged | Meanwhile, somewhere else in the building, Roc had also woken up. The chameleon wandered through his jail room before also opening his closet. The first thing he noticed was the metronome, standing in the center of the closet obviously waiting to be found. He grabbed it out of the closet and stared at it for a...
For the people that went to college, you know that it can be the best time or the worst time of your life. You get an education and, like most collage kids, you get a lot more partying. Some make the decision to join a frat or sorority, which means a whole lot more partying. And for those people that have joined know that it comes with great amounts of cash...
It goes without saying that in the wilderness, you can't afford to let your guard down. Traveling from forest to forest, city to city, one's likely to meet all sorts of unsavory folk and beasts, and the two trollesses in question, tonight, have already had an encounter or two that luckily turned out pleasant enough. Tonight, on the edge of the forest, Wyxt h...
Satish had been gone a few days and I had managed to find myself a suitor for most of the nights. On days that I couldn't find someone to fuck me, I would end up playing with my toys and putting up a show for the man in the opposite building. I think it was around the 8th or the 9th day that my husband called. He told me that he was returning home the next...
The next day I woke up mid-morning with a smile on my face. The events of the previous night felt like a movie I'd once seen but not quite believed. Did I really feel the hand of Veronique, a middle-aged but still beautiful supermodel, grabbing my crotch? Was I really rewarded with a kiss for an improvised short story by Isabelle, a gorgeous young heiress? D...
Decisively, or rather, hoping for the appearance of decisiveness, Ann spurred her horse in the direction of a small hamlet to the west of her castle. As her heels encouraged the horse into a gallop the rhythm of his hooves, the heaviness of his breath, the focus required to control and guide his strength consumed Ann entirely. This horse had been at her side...
Wooldridge markets mystified Amy; her Mother used to take her there every weekend, now Amy visited a couple of times a year. When Amy was a child, visiting the markets was like an excursion to the circus, the stall holders all seemed descendants of Gypsies with scruffy hair, earrings of all shapes and sizes dangling from their ears and bright and wonderful c...
The Stone Circle -- A Sacred Connection: "For the sake of a fruitful year ahead on the eve of Beltane a couple unclothed must thrice ride around the sacred circle of stones, mounted in homage to Epona and joined as nature intended". It was said that the old legend was a remnant of the old Celtic religions harking way back to the horse goddess Epona and the...
I woke up from a brief afternoon nap with my usual soft-on turning rapidly into a full hard-on - Penelope and Zoey were sharing my cock. They lay alongside me – on their sides with one arm across my tummy and their recently fucked pussies in full view. I was on my back with an arm between their open legs. Their pussies were too close to finger and too far fr...