I debated on the title but finally decided to just leave it as it first came to me. This is fiction. The towns named are real but that is all that is real. The events and people are all figments of my imagination. There is very little sex and no one under the age of eighteen is involved. Sorry if you are looking for a stroke story. I am not talented enough t...
Author's Note: So, hot on the heels of Part One comes Part Two, and our intrepid heroine Allie and her Irish husband Patrick finally make it to the strange little world of Blackwell Island. Once there, they settle in to life as temporary islanders and get to grips with the native Pā'ele tribespeople's strange and rather erotic customs. For, as they are abo...
Good Erotica During the early 1970s, what generally is called "oral sex" became legitimate; Americans simply voted with their feet and decided that fellation and its depiction on-screen are respectable. No doubt, this reversal was years in the making and had multiple causes; but the proximal cause was "The Devil In Miss Jones." In 1973, the year of its r...
Author's Note: For maximum enjoyment, I'd suggest you read the previous two chapters of this series. As usual, thanks to my lady love for invaluable input and to my editor, bikoukumori, for turning merely serviceable writing into a good read for everyone. Warning! This chapter includes tentacle sex, male on futa and vast amounts of cum. All participants ar...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* ***** *Warfare is a matter of resources, intelligence and timing* (THE PRINCE AND HIS COUNSELOR) "Two more hunter groups have arrived since sunset," Armand crowed. "That brings my strike force talent over 100." "One hundred what?" Salvador...
The office of Marcel Xnob, the alchemist, was located between a bakery and an apothecary, on the second floor above what looked like a storage facility. They couldn't be sure when the Church would make its appearance, so Paula was going to stand as lookout while Crell scoped the apartments out. She took up a place across the street from the apothecary, whi...
Ch. 1 Wicklow Mountains, IrelandMay 24, 1798 I checked the harness on the draft horse, making sure it was secure for the trip down the mountains. "Calm down, Robbie," I said as he fed the old mare a carrot. Moving back, I made sure the cart was in good shape in the dim light after sunrise. A full load of charcoal piled under a tarp, ready for market, and a...
Part 11 - Big Jim and Elsa *** Author's Notes: I've been asked before why I don't do any ethnic or interracial. Well, here's my first attempt at such. A lot of the situations in here have been inspired by actual photo sets that I've seen across the internet. I'm sure I'll probably be burned in effigy for even trying this, but here it goes. Once again, if...
Author's Note: Please read the first one, or this will not make any sense at all. Enjoy. * "So...what will it be?" James asked again. His hand was steady, his brown eyes cold and questioning. Stacy kept looking at the wrapper, her mind racing. She was scared; she knew she had been playing with fire doing what she had been doing. Masquerading as an animal...
Ed Mason sat back in Murphy's bar, going over what he knew of this new 'militia' movement. He knew, first off, that they were fighting the Cubans here in Texas, which was bad for business. He ran guns for a few Cuban supply sergaents, men who were just as corrupt as he himself was. He knew that they were most likely cattle ranchers, since the supply of beef...