Watching it grow. Taking my morning jog I got to know the local sights and sounds which for me, as a writer, made for interesting notes as soon as I got home, jotting down anything that struck my eye that I could possibly use. Foremost in my notes were the obvious love and passion Cecilia had for her beautiful garden, breathing in the multiple scents of th...
Greetings everyone, I hope you all are ok during these abnormal times. This story is slightly different from the others. While still set in the Batman: the animated series universe, the story focuses on our favourite femme fatale, Poison Ivy before she becomes the character, we all know and love. This story is set before her debut in 'Pretty Poison' and focu...
Author Note: This is not insta-spank-bank material. It is surreal and somewhat dense material, requiring an attention span greater than twitter post. There are several scientific words, you might need a dictionary, I know I did, but the resulting word-porn was delectable. Praise in public, criticize in private - your feedback is appreciated. ***** A Stud...
Angela Miller was on her holidays. She was on a cruise ship bound for the planet Thor, named after the Norse god of thunder. Nobody really knew the reasons for it being named for the mythical god. Angela was a thirty year old woman who was born in Yorkshire, England, in the year 2300. She was a buxom woman with nice, big, firm breasts and a lovely, firm, rou...
Will you lie to get laid? A quick grammar lesson on LIE, LAY and LAID. I have come across far too many good stories where the authors made mistakes with these similar sounding words. Here is my entry into the Summer Lovin Contest 2014, the first purpose of which is to give the readers an idea how these words should be used properly. The second purpose is to...
Part 8: Epilogue Where am I? What am I doing here? Where are my clothes? WHO am I? God. This is so confusing. I don't know how I got here, and why I was lying naked on the ground like this when I woke up. I might have been attacked. Actually, I think I was attacked. My... private parts hurt. My vagina hurts. And my ass is throbbing like hell. Like somethin...
All things considered, things hadn't turned out to badly for Clare. She still missed Roger on occasion, but those occasions were few, and she'd found that most of what she missed about him could easily be supplied by the men she picked up in the bars and supper clubs that surrounded Hidden Lake, and in a quantity and quality far more to her liking than anyth...
Chapter 2: Second Visitor Visitor 2's eyes: I look around dizzily and quickly notice my lack of clothes as a breeze caresses my cock softly. I mutter, "Where the..." when I suddenly notice the guy fucking a purple goddess nearby. I watch in silent awe as I massage my growing erection and breath deeply. Violet's eyes: "Ummm," I'm enthralled my guest I ba...
My thanks to LadyCibelle and my friend SH for sorting my foul-ups and editing this short tale for me It was amazing; it looked like I'd picked the perfect spot. From my chosen seat in the back corner booth almost no one could see me, but I could see just about everyone in the place. I suppose I'd better add that Jimmy, the owner of the club, had arranged f...
Deep in the forest, at the end of a long, twisting path stood a small white house. It was here that the elf and the blacksmith made their home. The small white house stood in a clearing in the woods, its thatched roof contrasting with the deep green leaves of the surrounding trees. Behind the house stood a small shop building made of stone. It was here tha...