Ashea regained consciousness lying among pine trees. Olympus had pine trees but here, she was lost. Where was she? Hera had said Anglia. An unknown land, and she was condemned to wander here endlessly. No contacts she could talk with. No God she could ask for help. She was a terrified nymph, on this first day of her banishment from Olympus. Aimlessly, hopele...
Summary: After centuries Cupid finally finds the ONE for him. Note: This is a 2013 Valentine's Day Contest story so please vote. Note 2: Also, please note that I have created my own rules for Cupid's ability and rules of love. I did some research and concluded that there is no one story for Cupid...so I made up my own. Note 3: Fans of mine, this does not...
There is a shout out to family guy in here. Hope you think it's funny. Mac * "Quinn, stop the truck," Dornan shouted and Quinn slowed to a stop. "It's been a bit since Horrigan eliminated the other occupants. We need to scout out the vault to make sure that no undesirables have moved in." Dornan told the others. "I'll go." Hunter said. "No." Dornan to...
[pre-story]Content Warnings: Unrealistic anatomy, public sex. Disclaimer: All characters are 18+[/pre-story] Ghost Story: Chapter 2, Part 1 The basement door in the Fenton house suddenly slid open with a hiss, and Madeline Fenton emerged, the brilliant paranormal researcher and happily married mother of two wiping a glob of green goo off the sleeve of her...
The Central line tube London in the heart of August the hottest place on earth. Sweat poured from overdressed and unsuspecting tourists. The regular commuters were regrettably wearing suits with ties to the apple, and style cream running from their hair. Squeezing, touching, and rubbing against all manner of people to fill every last available space, the onl...
Clara was a little apprehensive as the large wooden door before her opened. From her perspective, she had only left Roft Manor six weeks ago, and yet her family had not seen her in over two years. She knew that she would have some explaining to do. From behind the door emerged an elderly, well-groomed man in a tuxedo. He was quite tall, about six foot one an...
The fifth day of 37-year-old Camilla's ordeal in the Montreal aquarium had come, with her receiving of gang-bangs from the spirits of former lovers going on unabated. The ghost of a boy she'd met during a vacation in Bali was pumping her pussy, and Mercedes' spirit had her invisible cunt in Camilla's face. Those getting video of the hovering naked girl were...
Every superhero has a chronicle and I have decided to write my own. No one else knows about Bliss so the task is mine. I doubt if I'll ever allow anyone to read it. I can't imagine letting anyone I know read it. Anyway, I've had diaries and journals in past and I need this one for Bliss. I could post it on-line but why? I'll think about that after I know mor...
The death of a baby may not be the most intense grief a human can experience. Having not experienced every sort of grief, I couldn't say. I will assert however that it may be the sharpest, the most three-dimensional, the furthest distance to fall. From inexplicable joy, the transformative bliss and complete joyful shift that is pregnancy and birth, to the co...
John decided he could trust Anna. He could feel that she wasn't angry with him, just perplexed. Even doubting her own sanity. He guessed that could really drive a person mad and that wouldn't be fair on her. "You could. I've had this ability since I was about eighteen or a bit younger." There followed the usual demonstrations John did when he felt he could...