Paris Lelaire was doing what he always did in the morning after his breakfast of oatmeal and hardboiled eggs: shoveling horseshit. Big, steaming, fly-infested, green piles of horseshit. Even worse, this being the week of the Festival of Aurora, and his mother owning the only stable in the village, he had a lot more horseshit to shovel than usual. Lightwatch...
The moment I woke up, before my eyes could even be persuaded to open, I was already aware of three things. First, my head was pounding—throbbing—down the back of my neck. It made me nauseous, and I lolled my head back against a wall, white flashes of pure migraine strobing between my ears to the tune of my quick pulse. Next, the floor. The cold, hard, ja...
Author's Note: Wow...took a while to get this out. Finally had more time again, and will get more out as I am able. I would like to thank everyone for their comments. I love getting them and each time I see a new one it just spurs me on to write that much faster. I ask that those of you who are anonymous, please put down a couple of initials or a pseudonym I...
Welcome to the next installment in the series. This story involves dickgirls, deepthroat, cum inflation, a light focus on impregnation, and a lot of narrative as opposed to erotic passages. ***** "Murder?!" I gasped. "We can't do that!" "Sure we can." Morgana said coolly. "You got a better way to save Karina?" "Um, well, no, but you do," I said haltingly...
'Angela, are you awake?' a voice asked persistently, it was a quite comforting voice. It was the sort of voice that you would trust with your life, and she wished it would piss off and let her sleep. She was warm and comfortable and had never been so relaxed in her life, but the voice wouldn't go away. She could smell the universal antiseptic odour of a hosp...
This is my third Tug story. In this one, our hero and his Atlantean wife solve the mystery of Jack the Ripper; thereby, saving the world from Nazi Armageddon. Their discoveries expose the real truth behind the Whitechapel murders, along with some of the more unsavory elements of Victorian England. Along the way, they meet the legendary Victorian swashbuckler...
This is not a story in which the characters get what they deserve. Nor is it a good vs. evil morality tale. If that's what you seek, you'll be better served elsewhere. It's a story about people (of the fictional kind: I made them up, so they don't act like you or me), and the wonderful and terrible things they sometimes do for and to each other. And of cours...
This is meant to be my own idea of humorous fiction. All beings involved are at least 18 years of age. No villagers were hurt in the making of this story. I apologize right now to anyone who finds blasphemous my attempts at humanizing the deity. I hope you enjoy this tale. All comments are welcome, and votes are appreciated. Thanks for reading me. ***** Cu...
[This story is about scamming, betrayal, payback, getting caught and this story is about finding something he didn't even know he lost. There is no anal, no BDSM, no STD's, and no animals were hurt or offended in the writing of this story. I would like your comments, especially those that will help me be a better writer. I'd like your votes, too. Thanks.] *...
[Author's Note: Well here it is my friends, the final part of my little story. Thanks for all of your comments, they've been very helpful and encouraging. That note on character archetypes was much appreciated. You guys make all of the effort I put into my stories so worth while. This story was very personal and cathartic to write, so all of the feedback--bo...