Part One - The Obsidian Realm: Centuries ago... Her heart had been ripped out. Tali looked at the gore covered bed where the remains of her daughter Ralia lay, face set in a grimace, a ruptured hole where the organ had been removed. The man she had been sleeping with at the time crouched in the corner, rocking back and forth and weeping. He was a Lullubi...
Jenny took the liberty to take me to her cousin's place on the Yorkshire Moors, she'd been on about it ever since we'd met a year ago so I went for it just to keep her quiet. I am glad I did, really glad in consequence of what happened... We drove up on a Sunday morning and we were warmly welcomed by Jennifer to whom Jenny introduced me, she said to help o...
Padme's Story. Part 1 A last look at Sandra's shaved pussy, with all the mixed juice flowing out from between her freshly naked smooth lips sent my mind flowing, again. I started remembering the day when Padme asked me to shave her beautiful small pouty lips. It was a big surprise for me, but she insisted I shave her myself. At first I was not so happy, but...
I thought about the afternoon that night as I lay in bed, unable to sleep. She had put on a show and she had been acting a role. I had had a great time, but she did not need to convince me that she was good. She must have known that. I had had fantastic sex with the woman I had wanted since I was old enough to want a woman at all, but it had felt like she ha...
Author's note: This is, in all its seven parts and their many chapters, one very, very long story. If long stories bother you, I suggest you read something else. No part of this story is written so as to stand on its own. I strongly suggest that you start with the beginning of Part 1 and read sequentially—giving up at any point you choose, of course....
She craves to watch. He's willing. This one's kind of a biography. Not mine, but a dear friend's. I've heard her story, but I made the rest of it up. I'd never have the courage to just come out and confess my darkest fantasies. At least not in person to he who matters. And thanks to my dear editor who rides my ass hard, figuratively, making me go back and...
Summary: Morgana the witch learns to not look down on others. Author's note - Hey, sorry for the total lack of updates. Thanks for giving my writings a shot and as always, thanks for any and all feedback or critiques. Hope you enjoy! ***** The knight bashed through the door of my hut without even bothering to call out first, his blows splintering the wood...
I had been told what to expect and there he was, my next candidate! Even if I hadn't been told about this one, I would have recognized the potential he exhibited. How did I know this? I can't really explain it in mere words. All I can tell you is I knew this one would be susceptible to what I had in mind. I had been watching him watch me for more than ten mi...
(The year is 1942. Jack has been deployed to North Africa, leaving behind his pregnant wife) * The ground shook as bombs exploded all around. Everywhere the air was filled with smoke and flying debris. The sounds of men screaming in pain and mass confusion momentarily blocked out the terrifying thuds of the artillery shells. Suddenly, a man's face appeared...
It was one of those days that I wished that I was blessed with the power of divination, of foresight. We are all blessed with the power of hindsight, of being able to look back at the past, and to recognise that moment when the decision that we made would have devastating consequences. Sometime in the future I would recognise that this was to be one of those...