Morning sex brings good luck, or so they say. The rumble of a sleeping dragoness stirs me awake to the beginning of another day. I groan as I shift my body, legs gently caressing Calin's scaly hind legs while I lay wrapped in her warm embrace. My member, now limp, still resides inside Calin's velvety sex with a hardened pool of our mating fluids on both ou...
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. Many thanks and gratuitous panty-shots from Freja and Jeanie go out to my long-suffering proof-reader and editor for his help. As always, reviews are welcome; flames will be snicker...
Ch. 2: David and Ainsley greet a new reality. Author's Note "An Artificial Life" is the first story I have written, an exploration of general-purpose artificial intelligence - how that might come about and what that might mean. As a new author, I was grateful and overwhelmed by the generous response and helpful comments, as well as the significant number...
Authors Note: Chapter contains female domination, non-consent and light SM. ***** A man can dream. Steve was a man just like any other. He was a man who had been pulled across time and space, to be deposited in a fantasy world where he was to be worshipped as a god. He had even spent a few blissful moments of the previous evening passionately worshipping a...
"She" had been disowned by a bigoted Father, and rebuked by her Psychiatrist, claiming she'd never appreciated anything he'd done for her. Of course that last part wasn't true, but her father had just tried to kill him with a baseball bat before any of it had been said. In any case... feeling terribly angry towards everyone and everything just then, she want...
Author's note: This one is for Erin and Ara and all those others who kept on at me to finish this, and other things: Thanks ****** "I think you need to hear this, Lord Prince." Andrey lounged indolently in the armchair, glass of wine in his hand, leg cocked over one arm. "Oh?" he said, regarding Piotr evenly. "Show him in then..." The man was unpreposses...
Reese sped toward Daytona Beach, Florida in anticipation of crossing another name off his list. As the big Harley ate up the miles, he let his mind drift back in time. Sicily 1347 After Giovanni/Reese left Messenia, he headed toward the country side. Seeing the bodies that littered the streets no longer bothered him unless they somehow reminded him of his...
The DJ at the reception had a perfect record, Shannon thought: every song he'd played was one she hated. Of course, she hadn't wanted to come to the wedding in the first place, but since it was Robert's old college roommate who was getting married, she really didn't have an option. Where was her husband anyway, she wondered? Ah, there he was over by the bar...
Starting in the 1600s, when the English first found India, family tradition has it that at least one male member of every generation has gone off in quest of Indian cunt; a kind of coming of age thing. Others went off to subjugate, to teach those damn natives what the white man's superiority was all about; but not us. Not for us pseudo patriotic thoughts of...
This story is sort of a sequel to Naked at College, but please don't expect it to be of the same genre. I am working on a true sequel to Naked at College and hope to have it loaded the next time (1-2 months from now, which may not mean too much if this isn't the same day that "Modeling for the Class" was loaded). In any case, I do hope you enjoy it! - - - -...