This is a story of an alternate reality where there is a branch of Christianity that has rejected the dogma normally associated with sex. Posted 23 Oct 07 -- Revised June 09 Chapter 4: What Are Words For "That was quite an experience last night, wasn't it?" asked Laura. Marcia had just woken up, and looked over at Laura. Laura was sitting at the vanity...
Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 3 5. Journey to Saint Michel (beginning) Dawn broke in the stable and the girls were wakened by the sun streaming through the cracks in the wall. The three girls, still weary from their night time exertions, rolled groggily from their blankets and dressed quickly in the cold m...
Beck was out of sorts for the next few days and retreated to her cabin, before gradually migrating back to Watson’s bed. The brush with the knife-wielding youth had cast a pall over her joie de vivre and the trauma was taking time to ebb away. Watson sat back patiently while Beck licked her spiritual wounds, steering Aurora far offshore to put the experience...
Author's Note: This is my first venture in the Non-Human category and more specifically, inter-species symbiotic romance. Constructive comments and suggestions are always welcomed. All characters are purely fictitious. Please enjoy the telling.et ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I hunger. That all-pervasive craving shapes my very being. And when I am consumed like this, I must s...
This story plays fast and loose with Ancient History and Linguistics; be warned. Those who declare war are willing to kill as many as it takes to reach their goal. Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells. Thanks to NM for his help with Magyar terminology and titles. There is a bit...
Chapter 51 JENNIFER I recognized the ten year old black Cadillac parked outside the China Palace. It had been in my office parking lot earlier in the day. That meant that it had to be Reverend Archer's car. It really didn't stand out in the China Palace's parking lot, but my shiny BMW would. I could only hope that my paint was still the same, when I finish...
Glen stared down at the note in his hand then looked at the envelope it had arrived in. It had been placed on the desk in his consulting room by one of the receptionists, along with the usual pile of mail – drug companies telling him of the wonder pills they had invented, reports from consultants he had referred patients to, news letters from medical organiz...
Amethyst Sunset: The world took nearly seventy-two hours for a full rotation. I sat on the beach alone watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon. Because of the leisurely pace I was able to observe the sunset through my mask in various spectra. It was my latest way of distracting myself from the growing negativity between the two princesses. My playtim...
Hello, before we begin I'd like to take a moment to provide a brief introduction to the story. There are some dark undercurrents to the story, nothing involving physical abuse or non consent, but dark nonetheless. This isn't erotica without eroticism but there are some negative feelings that intrude on the sexuality at points. I think stories can be a usef...
After A Hot August Night. Why the Professor is not a cuckold. (This story is presented in two parts. The first part introduced the main adult characters and their activities while naked on a hot August night. This is the second part, where some interested parties engage a professor and get an informal class; it is intended to answer the questions raised in...