In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 34 All told, it takes Master two whole days to fully recover from the, um, ritual. He spends most of it sleeping, but I make certain that he eats enough and stays hydrated the entire time. It frightens me to see him weakened so, at first. But once it becomes clear that he's going to b...
The rain briskly drizzled down on the windshield as Troy drove thru the desolate back roads of Kentucky. The engine purred softly as he used caution while driving toward the state line of Virginia on the old Black Mountain Road. The sounds of slow country songs peaked above the gentle buzzing of the motor, as his wife of just two years lightly slept with her...
"This is weird," Ember's voice echoed in the stairway as Viktoria climbed to Selene's tower room. "It's like being in three places at once, and two of them are the same." Viktoria tapped on the open door frame as she entered the room. "Hello, Viktoria." Selene greeted her. "Join us. Ember, bring her into your Draga space, so I can bring her into mine." Em...
Author's Note: A Drow's Dilemma began as a one-on-one roleplaying project and has been converted into a chapter-by-chapter format for weekly posting with the permission and assistance from my partner. It will contain a considerable amount of sexual themes such as femdom, lesbian, straight, 'reverse' rape, BDSM, group sex, romance, and other themes. The mai...
Around six in the morning I awoke snuggled up against Mark, his arm draped over my body and my ass pressed against his crotch. I was wearing only my bikini top. Realizing how incredibly incriminating this might look if his parents happened to wander into our room, I scooted out from under his arm, got up, took off the bikini, and threw on some athletic short...
I don't know why I felt the need to dress up for parent-teacher conferences. It used to be an unspoken rule between my ex-wife Tina and myself, that we'd dress to the nines for these things, like we had to show off our best selves or something. I kept it simple, a long-sleeved black button down, gray slacks, and my best leather loafers, a pair I don't think...
Yikes!! Randi wants Gothic and I'm most assuredly NOT Mary Shelley. Still, I've got Rick at rkv330. I took his usual clever idea, sprinkled on a few Goths, and this is the result. Naturally, none of this would happen without Randi's inspiration - so thanks as ever old friend -- please enjoy... DT * First there was blackness and peace. Then, there was daz...
[This story arose from close collaboration with SplendidSpunk, to whom I am deeply indebted for his major contributions. The initial idea was mine, but after that, we shared equally in its development. Those offended by enemas and excrement or humiliation generally should stop right here.] I've had what some might regard as a peculiar life story. Raised...
February Sucks: Forewarned By greenday0418 This my second contribution to George Anderson's February Sucks. Don't jump ahead as it is completely different than my first try; most of the story takes place before Feb. 29th. No one dies or gets beat up, but the main characters are all there, as well as the two unnamed couples getting names. I changed the time...
Notes from the Underground Book III of the Zax Trilogy Translated into Archaic English by Zeta. Translators Note This translation was undertaken as part of a thesis on archaic languages. The archaic period selected is the 21th century, as measured using pre-modern reckoning. The particular dialect chosen is the American version of English, as spoken and...