Hilary was bubbling with excitement as she entered the room. "What has got into you?" Caroline smiled, hugging her friend and lover. "I am excited because we have been asked to join the local hunt!" "Oh..." Caroline frowned. "I am not into hunting, its a bit cruel." "Don't be silly, since the hunting ban they don't chase real foxes, they lay a trail for...
Have you ever met the Devil? It's a completely serious question. I wouldn't joke around about something like that. So, have you? Have you ever met the Devil himself face to face? Well, I have so let me tell you all about it. I met the Devil in July of '99. I met him a couple hundred yards from my house where three old logging roads converge and a bubbling c...
Chapter 2 First Night I spent the rest of that day sleeping and eating and the maid came and went at regular intervals. I felt no hostility towards this thing that served me but was irritated that it would not speak to me at all. It kept putting a finger to its lips and, at one stage, I really felt that it wanted to speak but couldn't for some reason be it...
Note: I mentioned in "The Next Morning" that it was part of a longer story. Well, here's the beginning of that story, drenched in the grief of a man who has lost his wife, who wakes up every morning wondering how to go on and then, one day, wakes up on a private island in the South Pacific. He's comfortable enough. There is a beautiful beach house fitted out...
Hi. To all of you who follow me or comment or like my writing, a big thanks. It's just nice to see that I have found some kindred spirits here... people who don't mind a little alien fun. So... back to Sloan and Octnavin. This chapter is short, sorry about that. But there is more to, um, ah, come. Cheers. ~M. From C.M. Moore. *** *Chapter 10* Not dead y...
Diolch yn fawr! Sara Rasmussen for your editorial guidance. Please leave comments and feedback for me so I know what works and what doesn't as I write up the rest of this story. This series will include two kinds of chapters: story chapters, called '(story)' in the blurb and sex scenes, called '(scene)' in the blurb. The sex scenes will be diverse. You can...
It was an early morning on the Irrawaddy, and the sun had not yet crossed the eastern horizon. U Tha slowly paddled his old aluminum canoe down the river. It was difficult work to make a living as a fishermen on the Irrawaddy these days, or anywhere else in Burma for that matter, but somehow U Tha managed, just as his father before him had. The trick, he al...
"I have got to get a pillow for that fucking headboard," I thought as it rhythmically ricocheted off of the wall behind it as Trina bounced insatiably on my cock. I'd just given her the play-by-play of my office tryst with Hannah. I'd barely started the story before Trina had my pants around my ankles licking and sucking the remnants of our coupling off of...
This is a work of fiction any similarities between the characters, events, or locations in this story and actual locations, events, or people are purely coincidental. © 2005 Warlord * That went well – NOT! I was back on my island hillock, sitting against a pine tree, with my cape intertwined in the boughs above me shedding the persistent drizz...
Jane was outside the back door puffing on a cigarette and did not hear me sneak up on her, dressed casually in a T-shirt with no bra the first she realised that I was behind her was when my hands found there way under her shirt to start fondling her nipples. Normally she would object as the house at the end of our garden overlooks us but this week they wer...