This tale is set at a different time and different place, in a simple pre-industrial culture. This could cause some confusion, so . . . Time is signaled by bell tolls—twenty "bells" a day (one day is an "all-bell" or "alls"), eight days a week ("eight-alls"). Morning counts to "ten-bell" (which is equivalent to noon); afternoons/evening might be "ten-three"...
I awoke this morning feeling sensual and naughty. Sleeping naked does that for me. During warm weather, we are environmentally friendly: instead of turning the air conditioning on, we take clothes off. Jim also finds that having a warm house encourages our women friends to wear less or take something off when they arrive and feel the heat. Readers of "Submi...
It was back in the forties, a more innocent time. It was the summer after I graduated from high school and I was eighteen. I was not as worldly and knowing as most young men are today. Mrs. Bronson hailed me from across the street. "I just made me a fresh squeezing of lemonade. Stop in and have a drop." When walking uptown, I always waved to Mrs. Bronson...
It was a few days before spring break in my senior year of high school, when I first saw Monica as a sexy lady. She was about 40 years old, and always had a very sweet smile on her light, skinned face. She had, short brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. Most times, a very big smile and a little sparkle in her eye for me. Being a dumb shit 18...
Tuesday morning, Operating Room 9. The red-grey tumor stubbornly clung to the sides of the pelvis. For three hours, the two surgeons worked to coax it out. "I've got the view," said Brick. "Two Kelly clamps, scissors and a stick-tie." The instruments danced in her fingers. In seconds, the tumor was out and Brick was throwing one-handed knots deep inside...
Hey guys, So this is the second installment of A Knight's Quest, which I said I wouldn't make. But I'm starved for new ideas, and I need something to occupy myself. So here goes. Tell me if you like it! Leave a comment, send me a message, whatever. I may write another chapter of this, we'll see how it goes while writing it. Know, as a note, that I will us...
Oh christ now she's showing them the "wedding pictures", its so humiliating! I should have gone to Mexico not here to Canada where they have extradition! But I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? Escaping from prison since privatization is no biggy, a bottle of hair dye to make my hair literally orange like one of those punk kids what work in the kitchens a...
Zecair was just one city of dozens that was home to Zecarin elves, but being the first it gave its people their namesake. The entire city was housed in a hollowed out mountain that was once a volcano, making it almost impenetrable. Shielded from eyes, ears, siege engines, and unwanted visitors the Zecarin people could prosper unmolested. It was the sanctuary...
Synopsis: A happy-go-lucky Civil Engineer meets a vivacious young lady at a party who thereafter gives him nothing but constant grief. Naturally this hampers any growth of a relationship between them, until her family offers some helpful advice. A revised, updated version of one of my oldest stories. Sex contents: A bit of Sex Genre: Romantic Humor Codes:...
This inspiration for this story came from a novel I recently finished. The premise of the story will follow the author's premise for a very short time but he never developed the direction I will take the story. His entire treatment of the subject was done in a couple of pages. I guess he isn't the same type of personality as me where I like to explore these...