Huginn's Yule or, How the Jólfaðr Came Calling on Yuletide Eve * © 2019 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts her right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotat...
*DISCLAIMER* I always like to throw these disclaimers onto stories about celebrities or other real people who are not myself: I in no way speak for these women (or men if men are included in later installments) or reflect their views in any way. For the sake of my erotic parody being somewhat believable I will attempt to mimic these ladies' personas but coul...
The incessant pounding of rubber soles to pavement thumped focus. Then determination. I can do this. I will do this, each stride seemed to say. I must do this, thought the runner, why I don't know, but I won't rest until the training is done and the race is complete. The sweltering heat was relentless. Lelanni wanted it that way. Anyone can train at six in...
Part One: A chance encounter It was late, just past midnight, but the city was just coming to life. And so was she. The city set her on fire; the glistening lights from the towering buildings above and the faint echoing of laughter across the city streets. There was nothing else like this scene. A group of girls ran past her, almost knocking her over in th...
Chinese Takeout Chapter 05 – Listening for the Weather by Chloe Tzang © 2016 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. Okay, here's the fifth "chapter" of Chinese Takeout...
My name is John d'Eaux, pronounced like the female deer. Please don't try to make a funny joke about it. I assure you, I've heard them all and they weren't funny the first time. My ancestors came from France. Leave it at that. My folks died when I was little, leaving me to be raised by my Uncle John, a successful stockbroker and confirmed bachelor who hadn'...
Author's Note: Considerably longer and somewhat softer than typical for this site. Hopefully worth the time for those interested in character development in a plausible reality. Chapters do not stand alone and should be read in sequence. Chapter 1 At my age it's more difficult than it used to be to enjoy the charms of younger women. That's OK, though....
M "Oh God, oh God! Oh M, M, M, M!" Jane's legs squeezed me tightly as she tried to meet me on the downstroke. Since I had her butt up in the air as well as her legs, I could tell it was hard for her. She had no leverage. That was okay, though. I was enjoying her wild wriggles and her absolute abandon as I plunged myself deep into her channel for the second...