Your mind is your arsenal, fortress, and armory. Your words are potential weapons you give to your enemies to assault the citadel of your soul. To PokingFun and Talenwolf for the editing help. Also, for all those who helped with the creative process of this story. My weary mind cannot put a name to you all. We share a darkness, a confusion with the injustic...
This is Part Two of a two-part story. I realize now that the timing of that phone call was something, not just fortuitous, but providential, perhaps the divine intervention that had eluded me previously. I know that sounds pompous and self-indulgent, but after what Luna had said to me last evening about how others in the office perceived me, I knew my per...
Here we are, at last, at the final chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me on this long, long road. I'm truly grateful for every view, rating, comment and follow you guys have given me. It's what kept me going right until the end. So thank you all. And enjoy the conclusion to Dan and Rose's story. — — — Rose "Ouch!" I yelp, as Dah...
This novella is an exploration of numerous subjects including romance, a form of polygamy, incest, and mild, submissive themes along with a passionate love involving the main characters. Along with all of the topics mentioned above, is a very intriguing mystery based on the idea of exposing the existence of sex slavery rings. It will be difficult to follow t...
Fair Warning: This is a wife-sharing story. If this sends you into an eye-twitching rage then just move on -- possibly to the romance section. It is also pure fiction. That means that neither of these people are real. This isn't me, this isn't my wife. This one is also very long. It starts off with heavy teasing and exhibitionism but get very hardcore late...
I look up from my book, startled by the clomping of boots on the porch of the hideaway to which I was brought last night to fulfill a promise. Situated on a dirt road, miles from the main highway that snakes through this range of the Appalachian Mountains, so remote are we that the electrical grid barely stretches here and cable TV and cell phone service are...
Note from the actual author: This is a fantasy story I wrote sometime ago. Apologies to the various fantasy authors I was inspired by/shamelessly cribbed from. Any similarities to any actual people living or dead is unintentional, which should probably be assumed being as it's fantasy. The Calandrian Chronicles: Eloise's Journey From the pen of Tatiana Eve...
It's strange to think that, if anyone ever reads this little history, which I doubt anyone ever will, it might be in a very different place and a very different time, and it might make no sense at all. That's okay. I'm not writing for an audience anyway. I'm writing because I've got things to say, even if no one ever hears them. And I'm writing to pass the t...
Layla thought that the hike Selena had promised would be an intimate affair, just the two of them passing through a snaking trail far off the map, taking treacherous steps down slopes of black sand, possibly cutting through overgrown reeds with Gurkha knives and wearing anachronistic pith helmets. Instead, there were about nine people already there when the...
*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 81 Pam was sucking on Paul's cock; she loved the taste of his come. She would hold his come in her mouth and savor the salty, gluey taste of him, then swallow it slowly, letting it slide down her throat. Her ass burned deliciously. She didn't think she'd like...