My dreams were always filled with images of the forest, of the river, of the sky. Sometimes, I was running through the forest floor, running as fast as I have never run before, laughing as I felt a kind of delight that only being inside the forest could give me. At other times, I was swimming on the river, loving the way the water caressed my body, smiling a...
In the year 1008 as reckoned in Rome on the Julian Calendar, Brother Cyryl Procopius was given a writ of Accession to take over the Parish of St. Adelbert in the Polish town of Virlun at the edge of the God-forsaken Wood of Mldawa. It was well known that the world ended at the Bug river, and that the Woods of Mldawa were the beginning of the Great Wilderness...
PROLOGUE In the darkest region of Uunatar, near the southern edge of the dreaded forest that men name the Werewood, a lone girl child sat alone and cried amidst the devastation of her miserable life. Since the day she first recognized her existence, she knew she was unwanted, the seventh child in a family already far too large. From the day she could first...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
Foreword: This lengthy tale (just shy of 30 pages on MS Word) involves male submission and cuckoldry. Fans of this story genre are well-aware that a man who's willing to invest so much time reading a story like this, and then commenting afterwards about how pathetic the author and his fans are, is almost certainly a closet cuckold-wannabe himself. At the ver...
Sellsword 1 – Jarveena This story was previously posted on a sight that is no longer fully functional. He rode slowly toward the walled keep. Where his skin showed, it was sun bronzed and cris-crossed by the white of many scars. His eyes, below the gray brows, were hard and dark, like the eyes of a predatory beast. The blazing sun glinted off the mail shi...
A jay flew squawking overhead, fluttering blue and grey. I like jays. They're attractive birds but, like most of the corvids, don't have the voice to go with the looks. It wasn't the first I'd seen of these today but, in this pinewood habitat, I expected to see more. I watched through binoculars as it flew off over the canopy. I was becoming aware of a need...
The following work of fiction contains some sexually explicit content (including male-female sexual action). All depicted characters are 18 or older. SYNOPSIS: Jenny, after spending years without revealing her sexual fantasies to anyone, is forced by a strange woman with mysterious powers to act them out in the presence of her college classmates. Originall...
"Elle has the largest breasts of any Boobers girl Willy has ever seen. At 5'3, petite, and maybe 108 pounds soaking wet, her 32H breasts appear mountainous. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a wooden cross hanging above her heavens." Copyright © 2017 by Henry C. Roberts. All Rights Reserved. Copyrights: This story is written, authored, and copyright...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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...