This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord * That went well – NOT! I was back on my island hillock, sitting against a pine tree, with my cape intertwined in the boughs above me shedding the persistent drizz...
I was late in 2001. I was in my early 30's, and had been living in Chicago. I worked for a major retailer, in our local regional office. I had literally worked my way up from the stores over the previous 10 years, and was proud of having clawed my way up to junior management. Oh boy. I had just received a promotion with the company. It was a healthy 50% bum...
Previously, on I Dream of Demie: Hi, my name's Tom. I killed a man to summon a sex demon from Hell. She loves to smoke my pot, so she spared my life, stays with me, and occasionally we have incredible sex. Tonight she brought this hot chick home and we totally had a threesome...then she killed her. --- A New Couch I sat there, shocked, my lap covered in...
Chapter 1 I'm going off the rails... Ozzy brought Ike fully awake as she reached for her phone. "I'm already off the rails, Ozzy maybe you should try it." She said, answering the phone. "It's your quarter." She sighed. "Is this Ike?" The faint female voice asked from the other end. "I'm in a shit load of trouble if its not, aren't I?" It was too early fo...
I had been staying in the beach house for a few weeks without meeting any of my neighbors. So when the mailman mistakenly left me a package for Donna and Sarah, the girls next door, I decided to do them a favor and take it over. I heard giggling from the other side of the gate, so I pushed it open a little to say hello. What I saw made me forget all about th...
I would like to tell you about an experience I had some twenty years ago, as a young man of eighteen. First, I should explain my background and give you an idea of the lust that had been building in me since I was much younger. The first clue that I was to become a world class pervert was at about the age of six when my uncle brought his new wife to our ho...
I'm woken by the feeling of your fingers running down my back. I blink and snuffle into my pillow as your nails delicately and slowly trace the line of my spine, from beneath the sheets to the base of my neck. I shiver involuntarily, arching my back like a sleepy cat as your fingers move southwards once more. I hear you giggle through the fog of sleep and yo...
Farimih knew when she was being followed. The docks at night of the imperial city were teeming with celebrators on the eve of battle for the imperial tourney tomorrow. And while normally the crowds provided some measure of protection against cutpurses, she knew the two behind her were persistent. They had followed her into and out of two different establishm...
Prologue: This story was written for a girl on her birthday. But she never got to see it. I wanted to drag her out of her suburban prison where everything was placid and 'nice' (god, how I hate that word!). I figured I could relight her fires with memories of her wild youth, and lead her down my vicarious garden path on an internet-inspired magical myste...
A chance glimpse of a familiar face in a town centre café and two friends accidentally meet after many years. "Remember me?" asks Erica. "Why of course," replies Maggie with evident delight. They embrace; hug and kiss affectionately. Catch up over cappuccinos at a nearby café. "Are you still with, um, wotisname?" enquires Erica. "Harry, God no. Too unr...