In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 33 "Yeah, okay. Why not," Lucy responds, in the most casually compliant, yet somehow personally fitting manner possible. At first I think she didn't understand Master's proposal, but no, she makes it quite clear that she understands what he he means to do. Lucy has a lot of character...
Abstract: Every few decades every imaginable trope of All Hallow's Eve gather at a special haunted house for one and only one mysterious purpose, but first the staff must be assembled. * As Francette's hands pushed away from the stone bannisters, she feared having been caught listening in on her mistress. Somewhere below in the great hall, the witch conti...
"It's been a long time," she said uncertainly, as she rubbed her hands nervously along her thighs. "I mean, the divorce was five years ago, and we separated a year before that." "It doesn't matter to me. The only question is, are you going to let it matter to you?" I kept my voice low, and held my gaze steady. I wanted to make sure that this was something s...
Dear Memory, Why should I arrange to meet you? You are a distant, shameful figure from my past, my reckless youth. Why should I agree to meet with you? Deceive my husband, my family? My marriage may not be a hotbed of passion, but by our culture’s standards, he has been a good husband. I am a respectable married woman. And yet... thinking of you awakens tha...
Long, cold winters are something my wife Ann and I have grown accustomed to where we live. I don't really mind the cold, but come March, I'm ready for spring. Ann is not as patient as I am. By New Year's, she is longing for summer. Before February is out, my wife is begging me for a vacation, a break from work and the stress of maintaining a home. I can't sa...
This story is pure fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. (wink) If you haven't read the previous chapters (1-7), I highly recommend you do. Things will make mo...
Part 3 is named "A Night of Liberty in Perth,' and was written before we came up with a sequential numbering. ======== Back in the late 1990's I was a heavy user of AOL chat rooms and one night, completely out of the blue, I received an instant message from a Navy wife in Norfolk, VA. I was a naval officer at the time and my profile said that. Her name was...
The roar of the crowd. The blinding radiance of the lights. The frantic sparkling of the cameras. The smell of sweat. The tension in my muscles. The feeling of skin-tight lycra riding up my buttocks and hugging my pussy. The almost painful titillation of my stiff nipples straining against my sports-bra. The thrill of victory. The thrill of defeat as well. Th...
In the past few months I have been curious about myself. I am a straight guy, always have been, but that's not to say I haven't had fantasies about trying something new. A girl I dated when I was 19 years old, I am now 28 years old, was a big freak. She was very dominate and loved forcing herself on me, both in private and public. She would tie me down and p...
Welcome back to my tale! I truly appreciate all the positive feed back I received about ChapterOne. My only wish is that more people would have left a comment about it, no matter how short or long it would have been. This chapter is more romantic than the first but still just as sexy and laden with sex. After reading this part, please take a moment and let m...