Prologue She seldom slept anymore, such was her power that she needed little of it. She walked through the chambers of the once mighty castle, her flawless ebony skin a sharp contrast to the gleaming white marble of the passages. It rang hollow and empty, the memory of the laughter and the language of her kind long since having faded. In its place was the r...
This story, though seemingly unrelated, is the second part of the trilogy that was begun with Tender Mercies. The series ends (presently) with The Chaos Blade. Part 1 : Yamara Chapter 1 Darkness. Darkness and pain, my first memories. Hiding in the closet of the room my mother and I shared while she conducted her business. I was too young to know what she...
This one is due to all the late, sleepless nights spent in Ken's basement as we put together the beginnings of an epic tale. None of us knew at the time just how much it would captivate our imaginations and, hopefully, the imaginations of others. Here's to Ken and Dave. Also note that this is part of a trilogy. The sequel to this is Yamara, and then the thi...
This is the third installment in the Viconia series (which is a trilogy at present but may continue to grow). My special thanks for this one goes to Kevwe, a man who would not settle for anything less then the best. Prologue She screamed. Mixed in the cry was frustration, exhilaration, pain, and victory. The child slid free of her womb, coming to rest ful...
It is so humorous and funny and side-splitting and waggish and jocose that sometimes I feel like mewling and howling and yowling my eyes out because of it, don't you? I have a peculiar and eccentric and porangi mania and phobia and hobbyhorse of Stian's underclothes and the alike unmentionables, don't you yourself? Occasionally and from time to time and ever...
Stian has obtained and purchased and scored a state-of-the-art and modernistic and an all-singing chair and stall in his study that appears and seems like a lush and grand and unstinting throne all in all. Yes. We are going to have sexual intercourse and shag and rumpy-pumpy here. I cannot wait or cool my heels any longer. We have to get started; fast; like...
It was cold and I was riding in the back seat of the van. Bobby was driving and his mom was in up front with him. I was tired and was going to try to get some sleep. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I was sound asleep and Peggy snuck into my room and got in bed with me and woke me with a blowjob. It was hard when I was cumming; not to make a sound, damn I...
Leonard found a Chick-fil-A nearby and getting a carry-out he found a nearby store where he picked up a bottle of wine. He snuck back into the suite and found one of the bedrooms unoccupied. He listened to the loud moans and groans and hoped Sheldon realized they still had another three days there. Around seven that evening, he heard the women leave the suit...
When I open the door, the delivery man stands right here before my very own eyes with a very bright and big smile, saying out happily and composedly the words, "Good morning, Miss Mila Brooks." I don't want to be rude to him, but honestly speaking, I woke up in a sour, bitter mood today. With a feigned, insincere, and faked-up smile, I reply him: "Good mor...
Punky's Diary -- a Friend's Experiences, collected by Selbryth. April 13, 2007 More of the Paris thing... Charlie and me stayed in her luxurious apartment for almost a week after the show, basically fucking each other's brains out. And as the days went by, she seemed to get more and more comfortable being, well, herself I guess you'd have to say. She'd pa...