Michael was about to cross the street when a van suddenly screeched to a halt in front of him. The side door opened up and four women wearing ski masks and tight fitting black clothes jumped out. He had just enough time to appreciate the way the way their knit tops emphasized their breasts before they were on him. Two of the women grabbed his arms while a t...
Despite the distance, Jean was able to keep the team in psychic communication. They all agreed the village was their best bet. Scott, Jean, and Hank arrived to find Logan waiting for them, trying out the local brew. The village was a bustling metropolis, just in miniature. There were about twenty adobe huts and many people who slept on the ground, for no re...
David Miller glanced up from the pages he was feeding into the photocopier, taking note of the time on the clock on the wall. The nineteen year old had been working in Mail and Reproduction for nearly eighteen months now, just long enough for his job responsibilities to have become routine. Actually tedious might have been a better word, as even putting toge...
I carefully lifted the huge beer, the size of a two-liter soda bottle - and heavier still from the thick glass mug it had been poured into. I'd seen some of the male staff in the bar carry them one-handed - with some effort - but not me. No, not sickeningly petite Annabeth, whose hands were even smaller than one would think for a five-foot-tall girl who did...
*This story is based in my friend Darksh1ne1's Monstroniverse over at Deviant Art , and is centred around a jungle and its inhabitants.* Red Python Basin. The name is well known to all the residents of the island continent Karandia; a largely unknown hot and wet jungle situated on a river delta, home to many rumours of lost treasures and knowledge of civili...
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When I spoke with Cassie by phone a few weeks ago I said I would drive to Asheville to see her and promised to do whatever she wanted for her fifty-fourth birthday. I assumed she would name a favorite restaurant, but instead, she wanted me to take her on a cross-country road trip -- a trip I was eager to make. I knew from hearing her voice I would do anythin...
Wow! What a night of edgy sex, all centering around Lily. Sweet, quiet, submissive Lily. Minding her own business, a sexual tempest just seems to churn wherever she is. That's what happen at dinner tonight. As a result, Gwen, a young, good-looking business exec, just spent several hours with Lily, my niece Ginny and myself fucking around. In the aftermath, I...
Welcome back! For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting with the first book, just search for "The Runesmith Chronicles" (it was supposed to be Oni and the Farmer but it's too late to change it here. Oops :P) or find it on my works page. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things lik...
The weather here was warmer, humid, compared to the city life I was used to. The unfriendly people, unwelcoming atmosphere, and the air of confusion mixed with emotions of grief, anger, revelation, and greed were nagging at me. After swearing my vow to Mara, offering her strength to avenge the massacre of her family and species, I ask my own question, and re...