'Onyx Silk' is my collection of short stories, focussing mainly with black woman/ white man interracial erotica and is made for those looking to get to the heat of the moment a bit more quickly by painting vivid pictures for the imagination, rather than detailed story and character development. The series is all about presenting interracial eroticism, usuall...
Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 5 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when th...
This is the fourth chapter of the parts expunged from the published Gulliver’s Travels. Chapter Four Griselda anoints me again. The fate of traitors discussed. Griselda kisses me. I am precipitated into a delicate position. My attendance at the trial arranged. I may inadvertently have given the impression at the end of the previous chapter that the day wa...
Danny had just sealed the Ghosts back into the Ghost Zone and then his parents shot him in his Phantom form with their Weapon. He was now lying in the Forest of Amity Park when he suddenly began to notice that he was shrouded in a golden glowing aura. A clock appeared in front of him he saw the appeared Clockwork from it. "Do you know what the glowing m...
Captured CIA Agent The CIA Agent had become separated from her squad during the raid on the Columbia drug compound. The goons had grabbed her and dragged her deep into the jungle. Now she lived in the confines of the compound of the notoriously brutal Drug Lord Sancho Martinez . Sancho could not believe his luck, that he now possessed a beautiful, educated,...
The trip home was eventless. No unforeseen weather, no attacks, just steady tides and constant fucking. They arrived in Stormwind to some confusion. Officially, Anduin was still sick and somewhere in his chambers. A ruse he wouldn't be able to pull a second time. He showed his face too often in Silvermoon to even attempt to keep his visit secret. That aside,...
This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the l...
Feel free to share your Ideas with me by Coments or Messages :) Writers would be welcome to Age of Conan Hyperborea World. The sun was burning in the sky as a lonely wanderer moved through the infinite sun. Days ago he had been left to die in the desert. As punishment for all his deeds. But killing him was anything but easy. The blood of the Cimmeria flowed...
Long, silken strands of gold shot with fire tumbled over her bare shoulders, sweeping the tiny butterfly tattoo at the small of her back. A thin chain bound her hips, only emphasising their swing as she moved down the steps. Wispy rose cloth clung to a moulded gold necklet, skimming the sides of her breasts and falling to several inches above her knees. Th...
Jolie blinked sleepily, gazing slowly about her. Familiar gold silk curtains shrouded the circular bed laden with pillows of ruby, chocolate, cream and gold. Morning light filtered softly through the trio of tall stone archways leading to a circular balcony overlooking the green hills and smooth lakes of Alverda. A smile curved Jolie's lips as her gaze fell...