The following is a follow-up to my story, "The Plant," and picks up about three and a half years after the end of that story. While you can read this as a standalone story, it may help to read that story first to understand the full context of what is happening here. As always, constructive comments are always welcome and appreciated. Please see my profile...
So ignore what I said above, this doesn't really have anything to do with LOTR or D&D. Also fair warning to you perverts, there is some back story in there and oh the horrors there is an actual story besides the sex. So yeah I warned ya, no saying I didn't. ;) ** "Dagda you will not leave. You will return to your room and pack up to be married." "No Papa...
The planet is drifting in weightless eternity. Its oxygen rich environment is nearly earth like in every aspect. Even its appearance is a green jewel in a colorless black void. It offers a breathtaking view unlike anything in a thousand light years. Despite this, the world is so mundane that it's currently neither colonized nor catalogued. But for the people...
It was stifling hot this morning even though the sun was just beginning to rise. I skipped breakfast threw on a pair of shorts (too hot for underwear) and went straight to work in my wonderful garden. I stood over the plants, sweat running down my face and tanned chest, soaking my shorts, looking, beaming with pride at the abundant fruits of my labor. Garden...
Jordan was on her knees in her garden, her hands buried in the good, clean, black earth. She could feel the moist dirt oozing between her fingers as she worked it, making small holes for the seeds she was about to plant. The sensual feeling of the gooey mud, squeezing out between her fingers, so tactile and so pleasant, was one of Jordan's favorite sensati...
Tonight, outdoors...the Wolf calls for the forest... You cross through the forest. Faster...faster...trying to get back before dark but the Sun has already set and the sky's hues are deepening and growing dimmer. Your feet moving quickly along the path you've crossed so many times before, a path you could run in the dark if need be. You smell something in t...
Doris yanks open the flimsy metal screen door on the trailer and storms into the dark interior. She snaps on the table lamp and paces. With the narrow trailer lined on one side by a couch, kitchenette, and a desk, and a two-stool bar, desk, and make-up table on the other, her pacing circuit is barely ten feet before she turns around at the small bedroom in t...
We're the sort of people that treat the property surrounding our house as an extension of the rooms to our house. We've created gardens that fill every corner to create outdoor rooms and paths. In time, as things grow larger, we will have our own little oasis in the midst of civilization. Living in town, it is the only real way to get some privacy outdoors....
Beth thought about visiting Gothar (she was imagining what he could do with his four hands... and he was handsome on top of that), but she was sexually satisfied for now. She did not even felt the motivation to explore other parts of the city, preferring to just sleep a bit, it was getting dark anyways. She lied down on the massage table in a comfy position,...
I'm sorry to have to tell you this way, but I know that you won't be home from your trip for another few days, and I have to confess now. You know how I've been complaining that you spend too much time on the road? Well, this trip was the hardest yet. You've been gone for almost 3 weeks now, and between the children and the dog and the housework and the bill...