First the last few lines of part 5: 'This holiday was very enjoyable,' Madhu didi said, 'how I wish it could go on for ever.' 'It can, if you wish,' Amit replied. 'How?' Rashmi didi inquired. 'Shamit and I have already given it lot of thought,' Amit explained, 'Mohan and Abhi could give up their present jobs and shift to our city.' 'We could have sh...
A/N – My dear readers! Thank you to everyone who has emailed me with your praise, encouragement and ideas! I love you all dearly and you keep me writing whenever I feel like throwing my laptop away. It is because of you that I present in all its ten thousand word glory; PART SEVEN!! As always PLEASE rate, comment and email me! I love hearing from you guys an...
I'll start right out and say this much out of the gate. I don't date. Period, end of story. That is to say that I don't go on dates, blind dates, with strangers, as a way of seeking romance and physical intimacy. If I'm on a date with someone, it's because we're already together, and by together, I mean completely. So far, until recently, this has been a rel...
Thanks for everyone's patience! As always, all characters are over 18. ***** Day 8 continued. I wolfed down the food provided (a perfectly cooked steak) and waited around in the hotel suite, wondering what would happen. What did Big Brother mean by 'roommates'? I thought over the bizarreness of the past few weeks. I'd entered a reality TV show, calle...
I tossed through a pitiful sleep, my dreams haunted by my impending reality. The dream began with a tremendous thunderstorm rolling in, the clouds looked menacing and there were hundreds of lightning strikes and the claps of thunder were deafening. Without warning I watched as a powerful tornado formed from the storm clouds and destroyed everything in its pa...
© Antidarius ------------------------------------------------ A PALADIN'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 17: New Friends ------------------------------------------------ Smythe's eyes came open as he drew in a ragged breath. His face was still pressed into the grass, but he could breathe! The foot that had been squashing him into the ground was gone, too. He flop...
I wrote this story privately for my new friend kinkycanucks. The concept, the sexual menu, and even the characters down to the waxed pussies were her contribution. After the story was finished, we both agreed that it was hot enough to share with the community here, and we agreed to publish. If you like this story, make sure you send kinkycanucks some kudos!...
Welcome back everyone to the last chapter of The Runesmith Chronicles: Oni and the Farmer! I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I have written a book... gotta say, it feels pretty damn good. I should start posting chapters for book two in a few weeks as I'm still working on outlining and planning right now. Just want to say tha...
We're at the hump chapter and problems are starting to head roughly in the direction of resolution. If you've gotten this far then, presumably, you're someone who doesn't mind stories that take their time. I enjoy telling my characters' stories and, sometimes, the pace that strikes me as right for that isn't a quick one. So, thanks for sticking with it. Th...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...