Liz couldn't quite place the time when she first heard about De-el, the myth of the wandering demi-god trying to get home. No, demi-god wasn't quite right, nor was super-human, or demon or anything really; his stories were of wander-lust, and freedom and sometimes straight-up lust. The myths and stories that surrounded him were at least consistent in their...
Well, after that period things settled down for a bit. The next thing worth putting down in this chronicle of naughtiness happened when Trish and I had been living together for nearly a year - it was late autumn as I recall. One evening, she came home from her office positively glowing and purring with self-satisfaction. I asked her what had got her so high,...
Copyright of Nanna Marker (lit ID ellynei) ----=(Femaron Braygen)=---- Student Majgen Rahan sat at her desk, intently observing the teacher - Femaron Braygen, desperately trying to understand what he was saying. This was at the beginning of her second year at the Mentariata - she was fourteen. At this time she was following several rank eight student cours...
For the next few days my mind was more than a little preoccupied. Every morning when I woke up, I inspected the fading shade of crimson on my bottom, then every time I sat down, the soft burning sensation that flew through the nerve endings in my backside reminded me of that night. Even two weeks later, when the colour had finally faded, the memories remain...
Warning! Work in progress, the full book-series is not yet finished (unless my profile states otherwise). Agonising waits in between chapters is a very real risk! With this chapter begins book two. Copyright of Nanna Marker * ----=(Alive)=---- Majgen woke with a start, heart pounding eyes flashing open. The brightness of the room hurt her eyes. 'Bright...
"Goodnight my beautiful angel." Mary said, a bright smile on her face. "Sweet dreams Emilia, sleep well princess." Ken added. Kailtyn's parents looked down on her crib, admiring their beautiful daughter. Only a week old, she was already the best thing that had ever happened to the both of them. Their very own bundle of joy was everything they hoped she w...
This is a five-part "tandem" story, written by two writers (Katherine English and Steven Whitman). Part V: Her The chill of the air conditioning assails my flesh as I feel my clothing part and my skin attempt to adapt to its altered state. My blouse...my favorite...a Victorian dream, lays in tatters about my feet. All that is left are my stockings, held i...
Jaclyn drove up to the house and pulled in the driveway. She was a little tired and felt grungy after having just come straight home from basketball practice. She hopped out of her car and lazily made her way up to the front door. Right as she opened the door she was startled as Monica was standing directly in front of her; her friend Nick right behind her....
Cerys loved Jefferson and she had to do this affirmation routine several times a day. It had almost become like a mantra. After all, to all intents and purposes and in any other woman's eyes, Cerys had it all. Not only did she have the looks (striking features, long glossy black hair and almond shaped green eyes) she also had the figure too. (Height five foo...
Cerys loved Jefferson and she had to do this affirmation routine several times a day. It had almost become like a mantra. After all, to all intents and purposes and in any other woman's eyes, Cerys had it all. Not only did she have the looks (striking features, long glossy black hair, and almond-shaped green eyes) she also had the figure too. (Height five fo...