You are sitting on the beach, resting against a large knotted piece of driftwood watching the moonlit waves thinking about the not so subtle hints your longtime girlfriend had been dropping about not having a ring. You had been married before and swore you'd never do it again. Questions swirled through your head: Did you want to take the horrible plunge agai...
Author's note (I can't get enough of those): You know I've started every chapter with a memory of Amram's time with Alexander? I'm out of good memories, so don't expect any more to come. Perhaps they will, perhaps not. I hope you've noticed that they contributed to the story. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Both Vicdaen and Alexander stuck in my mind like boots stuck in mud. Al...
She was a simple peasant girl. She had a pleasant bosom. Not too small to resemble a buy nor too large to be udders on a cow. They were average, but just right on her frame. Nothing on her looked out of place. Her eyes were a bright blue, her hair a gentle brown, not too light or dark, often teased into a single braid that would hang over her shoulder. She t...
Dear Reader, thank you so much for reading this story. It has taken nearly a year of my writing life to get the whole thing finished. This is Chapter 7 of 14 chapters and the total is over 250,000 words. It is my Dirk Diggler/Jack Horner act of hubris: my attempt to write an erotic adventure story that pulls you in with a story you want to read, even when th...
Your name is Jenny. You are a homeless girl living on the street and the only way out of your situation is to travel to the Mystic Ponds far beyond the Troll Mountains for this place is said to give mystical powers to those who drink out of them. This could be your only way out of your misery. It is dusk and you walk through your hometown, a little village c...
Alcohol! This was the trigger that started the cascade of my marriage destruction. Not excessive drinking by me—Kenneth J. (for Jerome) Hart, 6' 6" tall—or my 5' tall brunette wife, Miola. No, nothing alcoholic crossed my lips that night. It's just that I can't drink, and she knew it. Somehow, I'm missing a gene or something, because one beer, or small glas...
Author's note: There are some elements to the background of this story which would be incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to shoehorn into the story itself. To solve that problem, I have written this. It a short piece which is intended as an overview for some of the background. It does not go into great detail; it's a brief overview. The piece contains...
This is a pretty lengthy start to an idea of my rendition of A Little Mermaid. All characters are eighteen or older. Also, the excerpt in the beginning is a throwback to other fiction I've written. A little explanation of how I do my mythical creatures is sometimes needed, but footnotes aren't an option, sadly. *** Though a well-known creature, merperson...
I was hanging with my good friend Allie (sometimes we called her "Al", but she always smacked us hard for that) on a typical, boring Friday afternoon at our state college. The two of us were half-watching "Braveheart" for the twentieth time (with the volume turned down) and talking about whatever hit our minds. Allie was curled up on my bed, next to the sofa...
Lady Gwendolyn sighed as she looked out her window. The fair girl was a lovely brunette 18 years old and still unwed, with hair that hung past her waist in silky ripples when she wore it down. Every morning her maid Brandy would put braid it into 2 long braids and wrap it around her head, braided loops making it even wavier in the evenings when she brushed i...