Dazar'alor was always a city of delights. And now more than ever it seemed. Ever since King Rastakhan and his daughter, the Princess, opened the ports of Zul'dazar to the rest of Azeroth, Grand Bazaar was bursting with life. Traders from all around the world came to sell whatever trinkets they had to offer, the port itself was turned into a war camp, there...
Once the boy was gone, I called back my dad back. He told me that they're planning to renovate the house. Our house is a traditional Kerala house with tiled roof. It's quite old. My granddad built it when he was young. It's at least 50 years old. Kerala traditional houses are the best because they are perfect for the climate. You don't feel super-hot in s...
I hooked a left into the aisle towards the back checking the list on my phone. Headache medicine was there for my wife, a new one that she had read on the Internet would not give her some disease like all the other ones would. I bet good money all the other stuff was in the trash, this new one wouldn't work, and the premium price I was paying would be compou...
I felt my legs grow weak. Sy was winning me over and she knew it. Satie's tongue busied itself deeper in my mouth, her breathing was growing faster as her hands aggressively sought my body. Her constant moaning remained barely audible over Sy's overly enthusiastic voice. Both were trying their best to convince me, one with her words, the other with her body...
I saw Terry again about midway through December. She had finished her exams early and was in town to bother Cat on our few dead days before we started our own exams. She was sitting on my couch when I walked into my apartment after an intense study session in the library. When she saw me she let a shit eating grin spread across her face. "Hey lover boy. I h...
Lady Gwendolyn gently closed the heavy door to the King's chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The King had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn't have bothered her, but the King had drunk far too much last night and although he had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in his mighty sail. She was frustrate...
This is a work of erotic fiction and of course none of the events described herein have ever happened. I really appreciate your supportive comments and constructive criticism, but nasty and or downright abusive anonymous comments will be deleted. It's OK if you don't like this story go read someone else's. * Jake and I have been happily married for 5 ye...
Chapter V Except for Terri getting a good look at a cow moose for the first time in her life, the hike back to camp was enjoyable but uneventful—until we had to cross the creek. Terri had exchanged her hiking boots for her flip flops before we began crossing the creek. I led the way so that she would have an idea of what to expect as far as the depth of...
~New Mexico, 1870's~ Chapter 1: A Stranger Rides In A dead Indian hung from the limb of a cottonwood over a dry creek bed. There was a flurry of large wings as a rider slowly approached, and reddish-colored hawks lifted their engorged bodies sluggishly into the air with a chorus of kreeing sounds and began to circle leisurely overhead. John Green clicked...
Beyond the Walls of Sleep, They Lie... Author's note: This is my entry for the 2019 Gothic Horror event, Beyond the Walls of Sleep, hosted by BlackRandal1958. I truly appreciate an opportunity to be included in this themed event. Thanks, Randi! I especially appreciate the guide to Gothic Horror written by Todd172 and shared by Randi. This isn't as dark as t...