The Empress sat on her throne, trembling as the enemy approached her Great Hall. Her lower lip quivered, goose bumps formed on her flesh, and the chill of fear gave her the shivers. The Nasucrean Empire had fallen, and there was no saving it. She was the last Empress, the end of a long line of female sovereigns who had dominated the civilized world. Sadly...
This is my 10th chapter attempt at sexual writing like this. All characters in are fictional. This is a story about a woman who becomes the soul mate to werewolf along with her girlfriend. Their union, the gods have taken notice of. This is mainly, because the Universe announced him in the heavens, at his birth. Let the Werewolf & God wars begin. The inform...
Bright lights were the last thing James saw, accompanied by the sound of a car smash. He had been trying to cross the road at what the local Council called the 'designated place' and the Volvo had rounded the corner with the shriek of tyres and struck him square on. When his head hit the windscreen there was a dull 'crack' and that was that. He thus missed t...
Dear Shoeblossom I am a partner at Prescott & Briggs, and I suppose I should be looked up to, but most of the men employed under me, from junior brokers to mail clerks and elevator operators laugh at me behind my back. I have a "hotwife" as they say in BDSM and cuckold literature; and she demands that I find her attractive young men (loves, LOVES blacks an...
Claire, she was beautiful in the eyes of every one who passed by her. She'd considered herself a goddess really, being in the peak of womanhood, having a body that was hard-earned with years of exercise, effort, and a whole plethora of amazing genetics. She never imagined she'd find herself here... now, with all that she is. Think of it? Claire, a beautiful...
He was gazing at her, smiling, when her deep brown eyes met his. They stared at each other for ten long seconds, talking without words. Their eyes reminded each other the box, acknowledged the silent meaning of the disappearance of the box, inviting each other to a tumble deeper into the curious rabbit hole. She returned his smile with a shy half smile herse...
Chapter Twelve Freedom Okay, maybe going to sleep covered from head to toe in sexual fluids was a bad idea. I stank. I had to scrape crusted fluid off of my face before I could even open my eyes. There was no sign of the captain. I worked my way to his shower and let the sonic vibrations lift the debris off of me. Eventually I felt human again. I left and...
Angel is forbidden to have penetrative sex, she must maintain her virginity but she is creative and sensuous in every other way possible. Her slender fingers slid up and down the fingerboard of her cello effortlessly. Pausing to oscillate articulately in exquisite vibrato passages, evoking a smooth glissando as her fingertips slid down the length of the inst...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2004 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 represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Editor’s Note...
The next days flew by I tried to live in the excitement of it rather than dwell on my worries of the future and the mysterious man who negativity still crept back every now and then. I decided that I would do one final cleansing spell and deep meditation before the big day. I now had a ring of ivy around my forehead, as if my body was giving me a crown for t...