The week is under way, and Miley's games have loosened everyone up. They venture out to explore the city of Paris. Miley and Paris arrange for the group to watch and learn from the topless acts at Moulin Rouge, and the girls get to perform on stage. Miley invents more games including 'guess who it is by the body part.' Two couples are dared to have public se...
All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** They left me alone most of the day, at least, prior to t...
No. I had no reason to complain. Things were going amazingly well. That last soliloquy remained to be written and that would determine the final, overall cast of the play, but that was all. I was stubbornly holding onto that, having some ambiguous feelings about my characters, or maybe I just liked making everyone nervous. The play was quite simply a pheno...
Hey, everyone. Sorry this is so late. In fact, its 137 days late to be exact, according to my app. I know ya'll have been asking if I will finish this story, and the answer is yes. I'm on summer break now, so I should be posting regularly like when I first started writing my story. To make up for the time I haven't written, I wrote 20 pages, so hopefully it...
Willy Mendoza absently dropped the ice cube into his glass and grimaced at his now wet hands. The bar he frequented was a hole in the wall. The owner and bartender admitted so much, his sheepish expressions about the place long gone. The Italian man had inherited the bar from his father, and his father. A series of fat bartenders named Leo became a staple...
I like to think of myself as a master of exploitation. Others will call me a bitch, a whore, or just plain evil. But my interference in the affairs of others is minimal; its victims further extend the problems I cause. Many solutions present themselves, but are neither explored nor realized. I feel no sympathy, and remain far from empathy. I only feel joy fo...
Hiii! Sorry for the pause between stories but I've been working on this big one here! Bar maids! Glamour magic! Foxgirls! Trans girls! I LIKE THIS STUFF YO AND I HOPE YOU WILL 2. This story will have some GENDER FEELS, as a warning. There's a little lewd at the end but it's mostly fuzzy. I hope you enjoy! *** "Seventy five gold drakes," the red haired Kit...
Hi everyone! This one is going to be a little longer -- I'm moving halfway across the country (America, that is lol), and getting settled in to a new area, culture, job, and everything else different that comes with moving to a place that's almost the exact opposite of where I was. I wanted to give you all something that might take a little longer to read, a...
© Antidarius ------------------------------------------------ A PALADIN'S JOURNEY CHAPTER 17: New Friends ------------------------------------------------ Smythe's eyes came open as he drew in a ragged breath. His face was still pressed into the grass, but he could breathe! The foot that had been squashing him into the ground was gone, too. He flop...
"I think that was a contraction," the Goddess whispered. "Imminence?" a young woman's voice replied out of the darkness. One of the Adepts was always awake and alert, even when the Goddess slept, and while it was difficult for the Goddess to see her attendant, the blue sparks that twinkled off the older woman's eyelashes and the tips of her hair made her e...