The Sahara Africa THE MOON CASTS ITS EERIE GLOW across the cool sand of the vast empty desert plains of the Sahara as the wind steadily sweeps across and over the many already windswept dunes. A desert viper prepares to strike out at a shrew as it munches on a beetle. It coils and is about to strike when suddenly it is interrupted as the ground begins to s...
This is the final part! Thanks to everyone who read this – and special thanks to people who have commented and favourited. Hope you like the ending! -QP ***** Annika sat on the bed, dazed and still flushed and reeling from the intense multiple orgasm Nicholas had licked her to. She tried to focus on what had just happened. She stared around the room, think...
Chained by her chubby wrists to the great granite slab perched above the gaping gorge, Princess Imogen was reflecting upon the demands of noblesse oblige. She did not of course entertain doubts that she was doing the right and proper thing, but she had thought that the blue blood that ran in her veins might perhaps have spared her some of the indignities of...
Author's Note: This was based off of a writing prompt I did a week ago... ************ If you ever watched Disney's Little Mermaid you probably think you know all about mermaids. You don't. They're not nice, half humans with red hair and voices like angels... an opera singer maybe but they are not angels. Real mermaids look more fish-like with smooth slipp...
It is the shortest day and the longest night, and I have come of age this day. Yet I grieve also, and the woman for whom I grieve I had thought to be my mother all my life. But now I find that she was not my mother, and now I am motherless. My name is Alex Cain, and I am motherless, and I swear to find my mother. The funeral cortege wound its way to the mau...
It was strange to Drak, how he perceived things differently now. The trembling, rippling eddies and whorls of power that flowed through this world were brightly limned before his senses, glowing in brilliant and subdued colors. Before he had come here, he hadn't..... understood colors the same way. As he drifted, he came across people, their minds a pulsing...
It was Saturday Morning. Which meant that Miss Victoria Gardenia was outside working on something in her back yard. It had been her way since I was eight years old... back when she had a husband. Back when she always looked... sad. Ten years and only two things had changed... her marital status and the look of sadness. I rose and headed for the window that...
SWTOR: A Smuggler, Not A Patriot: Prologue: There Are Many Types of Reward Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. The thieves were dead, the medicine recovered and the Cathar woman who'd originally stolen it was most grateful to have it returned. The bestial looking refugee's tufted ears tw...
To help make ends meet for the month of October I got work for a haunted house. First joining just to assist in building the props but when people to work in the haunted house began to run short I was offered a place for a higher pay rate. Not being an actor or anything I requested a simple position, I did not want to be a 'performing' ghoul. I got a positi...
Hello, there. My name is Shannon McLeod and I'm a young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. A five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed gal in her early thirties. Don't let my model-like good looks fool you. I'm one tough cookie. Currently, I'm a patrol supervisor working for the local police precinct. My all-time gr...