"You are not the half breed," said a deep voice, somewhat curiously. I never heard him enter; I remained still, watching as he tilted his head. A hand reached up and pulled down his mask, his narrow nose scented the air. He pushed back his hood, revealing long, dark brown hair pulled back into a thick ponytail. His almost golden eyes appraised me, a half smi...
Lily shook her head and stood from the sofa, pacing in front of her mother she twisted her hands together. "You're lying." She stopped and turned to face Tayana. "You're lying." "I'm not, your father was an Angel." "If he was descended from the One that is Good and True then that makes him a Eariea. An Eariea would never mate with a Demon." Her eyes widen...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Das Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic poetry, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you...
Michael woke with a groan when his bedside clock blared its siren. His body ached in weird places and he couldn't remember exactly how he made his way home last night. The evening was a blur after his fifth glass of beer at the bar. Sixth? Seventh? There was that woman and giving her a car ride home but everything after that was fragmentary. Snatches of imag...
I'm sorry for the delay in getting this chapter written and posted. I hope it was worth the wait. If you haven't read the first four chapters, I suggest you do so you'll know how our characters have arrived at this point. * As if the incredible sex of the night before hadn't been enough, Lily woke me that Saturday morning by teasing my cock to hardness wi...
The day after Peter the bar owner came up with a wife swap suggestion, Jim explained to Peter that his wife Lily wasn't the type of woman who would go for that. Peter was disappointed but shrugged it off. Jim, 28 and a novelist, himself had fantasies, none of which he could perform with Lily who was traditional when it came to sexual preferences. And hence...
Author's note: This is the third in a progression of stories I wrote under my previous, and now strangely inaccessible name, Phobos&Deimos. ("Going Down?" and "Suddenly Sapphic") It is not essential to read them first to enjoy this story, but it will provide a little background and I wanted to give readers a heads-up to my other work thus far... Enjoy. * *...
"Fucking is an art. The mere fact of introducing the cock in the cunt and moving it in and out until the ejaculation of spunk is not art. True, it is fucking, but the difference between that way of doing it and the way it should be done is like the difference between a child's first drawing and a picture by the world's greatest painter." ― Anaïs Nin, White...
Authors Note: So here I am back again, after three crashed hard drives, and two computers, I finally got to the stories I thought I had lost forever and believe me it will not happen again. I will be doing my best to do some more work on them and A Ride to Heaven and Back Part 2 in the near future. You'll also find that Dani and Bull decided to pull some...
Hey all, Annabelle here with the exciting conclusion to Mike's battle in the Dreamscape! Some of you made some really good guesses as to how he escapes, so it's time to see who was right! Home for Horny Monsters is written as a novel. If you are new to the series, you should start at Ch. 01. Much love to my supporters, I hope you enjoy what happens next! *...