"Announcing the arrival of the Baroness Celide de Fornatte, your Majesty." The Baroness of the Marches entered the glimmering gilded ivory marble hall, which housed the new King-on-the-Lys in resplendent tapestries and curtains of spun gold, regal in a sweeping burgundy taffeta ball gown, her straw-blonde hair piled high upon her head and powdered white to m...
It is a quiet peaceful almost surreal morning. I am sleepy and aching deliciously from our passion of the night before. I feel my femininity this day, as I have never felt it before. My body, no, your body, for it belongs to you quivers as I pause in the doorway, our breakfast in hand, our eyes meet and hold... Ah, this is the look you told me of. Your hung...
(Disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story is a porn parody. It is not officially endorsed by Nintendo or their affiliates. The writer is in no way associated with Nintendo or their affiliates. All copyrights are owned by Nintendo) (Mario is canonic...
"And you shipped the cargo where?!" "Um...er, Planet 487, outer rim." "487, four-fucking-eight-seven, a primitive non-member planet. You sent a Sorkassigan Oil Worm, the rarest most in demand species in the civilized galaxy, to a planet full of half-savage primates. Are you guys that stupid or is this some sort of humor-gram?" "Well uh...um...er...gulp! W...
Author's note: this story is quite different from most of my others, but as usual if you're looking for romance you probably won't find it here. If you're looking for mindless fucking, that I think I can help with. You don't necessarily have to be a fan of video games to enjoy this story, but it would help a lot. As always, thanks for reading! ***** Master...
Copyright Neonurotic, August 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # Ryan Grant and his friend Scott walked into The Peach, a tin...
She stood in the kitchen, looking at the aftermath of the "cookout". Most of the mess was disposable and she disposed of it. But all that cut-up fruit needed to be put away, so she resigned herself to the task and started placing it back in containers to be put in the refrigerator. She had spent a couple of hours cutting up peaches, bananas, grapes, plums, a...
Normally it wasn't this difficult for Mario to win, but Bowser was pulling out all the stops today. Mario jumped away from Bowser in time to dodge the Koopa King's fiery breath. Mario Landed on a moving platform and ducked as Bowser tossed the discarded shells of one of his beaten minions Mario's way. But Bowser wasn't aiming at Mario. The mechanism that wor...
You unlock the door as you come home from work. As you walk in, closing the door behind you, you notice that there is a light on down the hall. Did you leave a light on? You put your keys down and start down the hall to find where the light is coming form. You notice that the bathroom door is pulled almost closed but there is a glow behind it. You slowly...
In the cold gray light of dawn, Michael woke with the agony of another throbbing headache. Placing his hand on his sweating forehead, he muttered under his breath, "Damn, damn, damn. I hate being sick." With a sigh, he crawled out from under the covers, careful not to wake the sleeping angel on the other side of his bed. Her full name was Angela, but she w...