The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
At 11:33 p.m., the Blue Line Coach from the city crawled into the bus terminal at Mount Ellen. It slunk between two other dark and silent coaches, and came to a stop. The driver switched off the engine, which seemed to give a weary sigh as it died at the end of its ten-hour journey A handful of yawning passengers alighted and stood around waiting for the lu...
The Cherokee hunters and farmers were starving. All their food supplies were nearly depleted. The crops were bad, there was no game to be hunted, and even their water supply was beginning to run low. So the men of the camp got down on their knees and prayed to the goddess Selu for help. The very next day, she miraculously arrived. The mouths of the hunt...
Michael Fielding was a strange duck his peers all agreed. He had manners, a superior intelligence, could think on his feet, analyze a problem and decide on a course of action faster than anyone they knew. He was handsome, fit and had that something that caused men to follow his lead and women to flock to his side. He was the man many other men liked but hate...
Emily, a half elf woman with hazel hair and green soft eyes, has just turned 18 years old and is ready to embark on her planned quest and free adventure. Her parents have been well aware of her lust for adventure for years now, despite the dangers that await. Her human father, Tongthin Panemorfi, was once a solider in the grand army of the arch kingdom Domu,...
The events of the night before left everyone weary and troubled. A lot had happened in a mere 24 hours. Too much as far as they were concerned. Yet, the group all pulled together and dealt with it. Slumber for some was easy. For others less mentally relaxing. As the sun rose to a brand new day only Jack and Ruby were up with the proverbial chickens. Cows to...
There is no overt sex in this story. If you do not like stories about faithful partners and loving families please move on. Most of you know what I write by now. The story is longer than I usually submit. I like it the way it is. I, alone, am responsible for the content. If you like it, or not, blame me. ********************************* Bill's story B...
Many thanks to Lady Christabel for her editorial help Romantics argue that the modern custom of marriage arose from the emotion of love; and that throughout the millions of years of our evolution, humans have always gravitated to exclusive pair bonding. Realists, on the other hand, argue that while love is nice, for millions of years marriage has always bee...
Author's note: This pre-1890 historical romance tells of actual notable people. All sex involves live humans aged 18+, even the whores AFAIK. The text contains casual racism and sexism and very little explicit human sex; if you object, stop reading. Plant sex is pretty muted too. Stilted speech patterns are intentional. Views expressed are not necessarily th...
D'aath looked up at the rather frail beast standing there. The creature had appeared suddenly through a passage between some nearby plant life and caught it during the transform. D'aath had never been caught completely surprised in it's entire existence. At countless worlds, after countless transforms, this was new. The thoughts of the Father, and the powe...