**Read and enjoy. Comments are always appreciated, and don't forget to vote!** The snow had come early, a sure sign of a bad winter. Living in the mid-western United States, you quickly learn that snow storms can kick up out of nowhere, last for hours, and take days to recover from: all the perks of living in the mountains with none of the scenery. The ol...
Jessie looked down at him sleeping by her side. In the cool, dark pre-dawn she couldn't actually see him, though she felt the warmth of his relaxed supine body seep into her. The curtains rustled as a sudden breeze, cooled by the still gently air-kissed lake outside the cabin, squeezed through the partly open window. She looked up at the source of the sound....
It was the time of the year to travel south. Everyone knew it. It was less than half a moon since Ivory's village celebrated the Autumn Equinox with traditional solemnity, but the snow had settled at night and not melted, the mammoths were restless, and the sky was thick with flying geese. "Tomorrow!" announced Chief Cave Lion. "Today we gather what we need...
Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such. Chapter Nine: Girl At Home Starring Taylor Swift Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Roleplay ***** 2018 Cole heard a rattling at the door. He turned his head to see as Taylor opened the door. Both smiled as they saw each other. Cole stoo...
It is 1897, the twenty-sixth of May. My name is Brialla Wren, and I know things about the world. Things that would leave the ordinary gentleman or lady afaint, things that would land me in Bedlam were I to merely speak of them aloud. Certainly, there are already rumors of the beasts that hunt the night - legends of the bestial loup-garou, whispers of the v...
(written by my lovely angel, Diana after the scene described herein) * She hung there in a state of complete depletion, the fact that the phrase itself was an oxymoron not escaping her notice. The mental exhaustion was almost harder to bear than the physical exhaustion, which was strange because she'd always considered her strong mind one of her best asset...
The idea for these narratives started as talks with my wife about my sex drive vs. hers. She holds the viewpoint that I am somewhat overly focused on sex at our age, which is for us, early our 50s. We have had many discussions and comparing of experiences, what it all actually accomplished is yet to be seen. Chapter 2.1 -- More Rhonda Rhonda...if anyone...
'This is a shield.' yelled Cullen 'It's not for decoration, it's not for balancing your sword's weight. It's not for eating your dinner off at night in the barracks when you're in need of a table and there's none to be had.'. Murmured chuckles sounded around the yard before growing quiet once more as the Commander continued 'It can however defend you, and it...
The football is real; the fantasy ought to be. The description of the football game in this story is based on the details as they actually happened in the season opener. I wrote the beginning of the story (chapter one) and created the "fantasy football" rules (chapter two) before the game began, then let the two teams on the field create the story. When the...
"Remember, if a person is speaking to you, look them in the eye whenever possible. And, unless you're holding a plate or glass, keep your hands at your sides." Mr. Nimoy directed as you sat nude on the bed in his beach house. He was standing in front of the mirror buttoning his shirt. One wall of the bedroom was floor to ceiling glass. At one time, quite r...