This is a relatively short story written in the 3rd person, that doesn't spend much time world building and instead focuses on the romantic encounter. Feel free to use it as a template for role-play. The characters actions are intentionally very specific to hopefully paint a vivid picture; however the characters physical attributes are intentionally left mor...
Author's note: This is part of a Chain story detailing a new twist to an old legend, The Twelve Dancing Princesses. Please indulge yourself in the other parts of this Chain and partake of all the adventures of our Enchanted Twelve. Magic, romance, and sex are waiting for you. --------- Oarthland The flicker in the yellow light of the oil lamp on his desk...
Chapter 1 A red drop fell into the water. The deep plop sound echoed from the narrow ceramic tile wall. The red core sank into the clear white water. Fingers of red strings meandered out from the core. At first, they looked like the mane of a mare. Then, the twines of read got so twisted and discombobulated that an entire unicorn was visible expanding liqui...
New Year's Eve champagne had me in a spin. If we had to post up under-grad duty on a holiday, I'm glad it was with Sam. I checked him out, but he already had his eye on me as I leaned up against the aquarium tank breathing hard – trying to clear my head. Sam, of course, wasn't his real name; it was Sandal – originally from Delhi through Oxford. He ogled me...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I continued to hold my mother. Her body beguiled me with the returning lust that I had experienced earlier in the day with Ellen. The wet drops of water that she hadn't been able to wipe off slowly, sensually, dripped from her form. I could feel her shivering arms in my hands. Whe...
"You know, Bill," Nomi half-hisses, "no matter... hunnnh, no matter how many times it happens, there's something about, oohm, something about having the commander of aaaa, hoo, a U.N.S. capital ship, in uniform, on his knees, eaaaaaaaaah, eating my pussy that just gets my engine gooooH GOD OHGOD ogodogodogodeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." Commander Grubensk...
A continuation of my return visit to meet Clare: "I'm still rather intrigued to know who this person named Abby is?" Clare reiterated. She was still bent forward with her left knee and upper torso sprawled upon her desk, her right foot on the floor, supporting the rest of body. Her psychedelic print dress was bunched up around her hips exposing her gorgeous...
Another beautiful day in Southern California offered something new. At 10:00 A.M Author Nick Benson decided to take a break from his Bonfire chapter to get some fresh air. After a fast shower he gets dressed in a loose white button down shirt and grey cargo pants. He then stepped from his room to knock on his son's bedroom door. No answer he chose to head...
Please be aware,this is a work of fiction, all the characters, places and events portrayed in this story are fictional and represents no real persons or places. The author, in no way intends this story to be a argument against established history. As far as I'm aware no creatures such as are depicted in this story exist, except in myths and legends, like ot...
Guinevere's penis throbbed and pulsed in her fist as she furiously pumped it up and down, the hardness and warmth of it as wholly tangible as the straining in her testicles as her semen readied itself for its ultimate release. If this wasn't real, what was? It certainly felt real to Guinevere, as it always did when she masturbated, something she did as o...