Jonas was a quiet guy. He wasn't outstanding nor had any great friends, not that he was bullied or antisocial, just that he didn't feel connected to the people around him. He talk with some guys of his class about common interests but that was the stand of it, he wouldn't miss them in case of one of them going away. Jonas have blond that fell to the side of...
All characters depicted here are 18+ Barley raced home on his bike to confront Jay. He felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through him, he couldn't remember ever being so worked up before, or so hard. He had tucked his erection into his pants waist hoping it would subside but closing in on home he was still rock hard. He knew he couldn't confront Jay in th...
Hearing the dogs making their own special noises, Pat knew they were chasing some animal they did not want to catch, just the fun of the chase, the twisting, curling, sometimes twirling, of her dogs as they chased, their antics, was enough to make Pat want to get up to watch them, even as many times as she already had. Pat shared the love of the environment...
My name is Rayne. My mother named me for the first thing in our world to touch my skin. As I grew, I realized that this was the custom amongst my people. I am of the Nightstorm Clan of the Griffonytes. I, like my father before me, will become a Knight of Tecannis; warriors dedicated to protecting the Sorcerer's Guild. After my coronation, I will be appoint...
Pietro Pellini is a master photographer who has photographed beautiful young women for well-known men's magazines as well a premier, subscription website. Not only are the girls stunningly gorgeous, but are photographed in a way that captures the innocence of youth with unabashed sexuality. There are hundreds, thousands of pretty girls who will do anything...
I had to laugh when I rubbed the gravy boat and the genie came out. It only looked like a magic lamp; I didn't really think it was one. Still, plain as day, there stood a shimmering, slightly-see-through female genie, dressed in the classic Arabian getup. Now, I'm not one to believe in ghosts or fairy tales or supreme beings. But somehow my conviction of d...
Thank you so much for your patience and the continued perusal of the first four chapters by new readers while I've been taking a break for Christmas and New Years. I have certainly not lost interest in the Daemon's Tale and my inspiration is still as strong as ever -- I've actually taken to carrying a notebook to jot down ideas when I can't actually sit down...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Anita I regained consciousness slowly. The first thing I became aware of was a heavy weight in my mind. My magic. Why couldn't I reach my magic? I opened my eyes. Two men leered down at me. "She's awake," said one. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Still trying...
Titus gave a soft, deep grunt as smoke curled out of his scaled muzzle and rose towards the ceiling as he peered out the window. He gave a glance down at his obsidian claws, and then sighed, examining the gold watch on his wrist a moment later. The Dragon was annoyed by all of this waiting... to say the very least. Unlike many of his kind, he utterly and com...
Interlude Hal floated in the white nothingness of his dreams. This time, he wasn't so confused. He had been here before, he knew, he just didn't remember. In lieu of memories, he had a sense of déjà vu. Instinctually, he focused his attention to the horizon, and a scene rushed into existence. He was standing in the shower in his father's house, steaming wat...