Dear reader: this is the fifth and final installment of a novella. To best enjoy it, I would like to recommend that you first read all the previous parts of this series listed on my profile. Rodica roamed the halls of the Palazzo Ducale, looking for her next project. The opulence of the place never failed to leave her feeling stunned - her senses were ove...
"And here we are,” Lara smiled with satisfaction as she reached the T-shaped bottom of the red sandstone stairs leading into the deepest recesses of the latest tomb to be explored by her. It was an odd one too, Lara mused as she stood between the two pillars on the platform formed by the bottom of the staircase, ten feet above the floor of the massive s...
It had been a long week for Jack. His trip with the 6th Form College had been really great, but staying in a room with two other boys meant one thing, no wanking. This was especially a problem in the mornings when getting up in front of your friends with a huge boner would have been less of an embarrassment and more of a humiliation. As a result, Jack had...
ONLY THE DEAD FISH SWIMS WITH THE STREAM - HEROES AND VILLAINS - Wealth dies, kinsmen die, A man himself must likewise die; But one thing I know which never dies - The verdict on each man dead. Hávamál1 In history, and in story telling, Heroes and Villains, the one not so very different...
Men!!!! They were so annoying! Angela fumed as she stomped towards the Tube Station. Angela had wanted to go home early and snuggle with Adam, and what did he want? To stay a little longer with his mates in the Pub. She had enough after a while, all they talked about was football, and she got so bored. Adam did not even look up from his pint of Guinness wh...
I left home early in the morning for one of my many travel seminars. This time I was heading to Iceland, a destination I have always wanted to go. As usual, these trips are for travel agents only and my husband could not go, besides, he was not able to get vacation from work even if he could have gone. In the past I have secretly taken him with me to annual...
Yikes!! Randi wants Gothic and I'm most assuredly NOT Mary Shelley. Still, I've got Rick at rkv330. I took his usual clever idea, sprinkled on a few Goths, and this is the result. Naturally, none of this would happen without Randi's inspiration - so thanks as ever old friend -- please enjoy... DT * First there was blackness and peace. Then, there was daz...
Note: This story is a sequel to the Midsummer and Midwinter story series. More precisely, it's a bonus story for my followers who have read those two series a while ago. It can also be read as a stand-alone, with a few paragraphs explaining some of the background. Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks! *** Well, it looked like three months wasn't enough time for m...
Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, "My family never owned any slaves. I'm not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ's sake." For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely op...
Not Romance; Erotica for the Unrestrained So, I am sitting in a studio apartment in Reykjavik, Iceland, for the moment bored out of my skull. Why I am here is not germane to this story and something I am not inclined to share. The stories I have decided to write are not really erotic fiction, but rather actual sexual encounters. I am bored right now becaus...