Part 1 – Introduction Red Sonja strode through the back streets of the city with her blue cloak wrapped tight around her. She didn't know the name of the city and didn't much care. It looked like a hundred other cities she had visited. Dusty streets, cheap and dirty taverns with ale that tasted like dog piss, whores on every street corner after dark and peo...
She is sitting in her study writing erotic fiction. It is a sultry simmer afternoon and the heavy breeze laps gently through her open window. She writes about a woman climbing through the bush on a hot summer day, pushing through the prickly scrub, cocooned in the still, shimmering, and hazy air. She describes how the sun is blue with eucalyptus oil. As she...
Sliding my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick into the widening asshole of a chubby, dark-skinned black woman, a strange thought enters my consciousness. The only time today's black women seem to notice black men is when those same black men are seen in the company of white women. When a black man is by himself, he's of no interest and no worth to the...
"Why don't we go out tonight?" Adam suggested to his wife, Keri. "If you want to," Keri agreed. "Any special reason or place in mind?" "Actually, yes," Adam replied. "It's a special sort of place, private." "What's it like?" Keri asked, intrigued. "I don't really know, except that there are special costume requirements for women," Adam told her. "I heard...
The following is a work of fiction depicting graphic lesbian sex and erotic horror. If you are offended by these things or they are prohibited in your area then leave now. Thanks once again to Vella_MS for all her work as my editor. Please remember to vote. * Holly's foot falls tapped out a steady cadence on the brick sidewalk as she walked along the dar...
Many thanks to SevenSwans252 for first editing and improving this story and to g1dnshwrgr1 for further editing that made it much better. Tremendous gratitude to Ginger_Scent for discovering major flaws that, once fixed, raised the whole story to a higher level. "Oh my god, it's Bozo! What in the world is he doing here?" "Who's Bozo?" asked Don, looking in...
If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world. Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represen...
"Don't go, Misty," said the horned one. "They have thunder-sticks. It will hurt you. Chase you away." Misty looked up at the great sandstone walls of the city of Izaz. It would have been nearly impossible to climb that wall with claws or webbed feet, but Misty had neither of those. She had something better. She strode to the base of the wall. "Misty, no!"...
My parent's house is only a few feet from the edge of Aspen Grove Cemetery. I have spent many sunny afternoons walking through the cemetery, enjoying the peace and quiet and the beauty that most people will never realize. Spending your spare time in a cemetery isn't high on many peoples list of how to spend their free time. But I have always loved it here....
The man paused at the white stairs, ran his hands down over his worn out sports jacket, took a deep breath and then slowly walked up the steps, counting as he moved. At the ninth step he looked up and in through the open doors. Once inside the room he stopped to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. There were a few people milling about, but most wer...