This has been lying around unpublished for some time. It was my attempt to write a historical story, using rather archaic language. I hope you like it. (Thanks to snoopercharmbrights for reviewing). Carcassonne - Bad Hobbit © Chapter One – One Night, One Room, Two Ladies It is strange, the way fate turns, is it not? By the time I was thirty I had travelle...
It has been over two years now since we have done anything "weird." I use this word, "weird," the way Jen uses it. She has a way with words, but the way she describes it, "weird," seems not so accurate to me now. At that time, at that moment, she did not think it "weird," but instead the most erotic and liberating and honest event of her life. At that moment...
Athena woke the next morning feeling gloriously sore, her beloved rabbit stretched out at her feet. As she rubbed her neck and shoulders, she reminisced about the previous night, suddenly remembering the promise of a text from Nolan. She woke her phone to find a short string of texts. 9:45AM Good morning, Ms. Athena. It's Nolan, from the Looking Room. 9:46...
Writers Note This is the second chapter about a very special person that I met and fell in love with a long time ago. The time is still back in November of 1980. There is a little and very mild bathroom fun but mostly it is just some great sex. T The next day was pretty much a usual day at the store. My part time helper worked on Tuesday and Thursday ev...
Author's Note: This is part seven of my ongoing epic. This is the start of the strip club arc! The strip club arc is where stuff really starts to take off. Expect lots of fun sexy hijinx ahead. Warning: this chapter is rated a lustier-than-normal R and includes, in part, boobs, easily distractible narrators, jiggling tits, lascivious bisexual besties, grea...
How am I going to tell this story? The idea of sharing with everyone, my first time, I have wanted to for so long, it has been such an erotic idea to play with, an auto-invasion of my own privacy. Finally, I dare myself. The first time with anyone? Or with a white guy? They were the same actually. My first time with a guy was with a white guy. Right, this...
20. The jumpsuit was comfortable, and he could even get used to the mask, but the cape was a real pain in the neck. It wasn't attached to the mask—had it been that way in the comics?—and had to be tied separately, and he kept sitting on it and half choking himself. The boot tops felt kind of silly too. He was wearing them over a pair of lace-up rubber-soled...
Christmas wasn't Christmas until you'd stuffed a Santa face down in a wheelie bin and set his ass on fire. That's what Rick Burton said. Rick couldn't be out with them tonight; he was currently serving a three year stretch for beating up a moaning old bastard. Tim Selick had some sympathy. His own life had felt like a prison for the past six months. Not to...
Nervously, I stepped into my heels and checked myself one last time in the mirror. I was carefully preparing myself for a night out with the boys. My husband Tim had invited his new client Richard over for a swim, one thing led to another, a few drinks, a little weed, and all of a sudden the three of us were heading out to the local bar together. Richard...
She really couldn't believe she was doing this. She shook her head as she swept past the tall doorman ushering her through the gleaming wood and glass doors. He tipped his hat and winked and she nodded, blushing but not quite able to make eye contact. She wondered if he knew. No, she thought, she was just letting her nerves get to her. Her eyes scanned the...