The river runs strong and free, carving out rock and the very earth, forever shaping the land. The surface broke, and the king of the river rose with a mighty splash to greet the humanoid figure that was approaching the river. 'Welcome, boy,' Achelous said, and as he laughed the stream joined in with him. 'Another one of love's fools. Come to reclaim your...
Ciara had spent seven days as a captive of ecstasy. The King of the Forest had exhausted her body time and again. When she hungered, her King had fed her, and when she was thirsty, he provided her water. He slept with her pinned beneath his forearm, and she spent most of her nights with his seed, thick and slippery, soaking into her body. He had not told...
The princess sat back from her reading. In her mind, the terrible roar of the dragon sounded in her ears, and she stole quite a few glances at the great teeth of the dragon skeleton at the far end of the hall. She felt a moment of paralyzing fear, as if the beast would rear its head and come chomping for her. Though she chided herself for being so foolish, a...
The day was hot and humid and I was sweating as I jogged in small circles in the round pen, the horse trotting around and tossing his head. My only consolation was that he seemed to be as sweaty as I was. Finally, I clicked my tongue at him and he slowed to a walk as I sank to the sand. Thankfully, the round pen was covered so we weren't in the sun, but it w...
I spotted the frizzy pony tail even before I spotted the smile that went along with it. A tan skirt, a pastel blouse, shapely legs, and white sandals, stepping jauntily down the platform. We had been in almost daily contact by phone and email for the past month and a half, hammering out details about tidal flow rates, coral cohesion, and underwater currents,...
FOREWORD: This is not something I do often, so forgive my brutish and heavy-handed style. Someone told me I should write - and so I did. If this story gains enough traction, then I might be persuaded to write a sequel. Anyway, enjoy: * The hooded man dashed through the snow. His heavy boots leave heavy footprints in the forest as he hurries forward. The...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 2 - After the grand international museums that Gabe and Saphy's mysteries had taken them to in London and Paris, the Halicarnassus Mausoleum Museum seemed inordinately small. In reality it was just a few rooms with what little statuary could be salvaged from the rubble outside and had not been taken away to somewhere like London's Brit...
A long time ago, a young Black man named Reginald Xavier moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, from his hometown of Jacmel, on the island of Haiti. While living in la belle province, Reginald pursued higher education and along the way, he experimented with his sexuality. Reginald explored the world of BDSM, and discovered that he was a dominant male. To tha...
Xanthippos felt the firm, muscular shoulder of the man on his right against his own. Timocrates' sweat-slick flesh held reassurance. Their shields were large and round, but their position, strapped to the left arm, meant they could only cover half of the body. Timocrates' shield overlapped the exposed right half of his body in this position, just as his w...
Jennifer paced nervously in her hotel room. She had done her hair and makeup. She had checked her clothes a half dozen times. Her heart was racing and she had butterflies in her belly. He wasn't late but she was hoping he'd be early, very early. A soft knock on the heavy wooden door startled her and she breathed deep to calm her nerves. "Coming," she said...