The sun hadn't even had time to slip over the horizon when the alarm sounded, waking Nick from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, he slipped out of bed as quietly as possible, trying not to wake the sleeping form still lost in dreams. He found sweatpants just to be decent, then snuck out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where he would start prep for the cupcak...
Arthur appeared one Friday evening at Sandy's door carrying a small woven basket. "Good evening, Princess, I come bearing gifts." "You didn't have to--you've always come without them," she smiled, embracing him with a bearhug and a deep-tongued kiss. He responded in kind, leaving the basket on a side table and wrapping his arms around her firm back. Their...
Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. "If you have to sleep unguarded, then find a predator's nest and kill the inhabitant. If its likes are unaware of its death, you are likely not to be disturbed. The beast's neighbours would take your delectable scent to simply be the aroma of the predator's dinner." The old, scarred, bat-hunter had with a wide grin tapped th...
Rick had never had a massage before, and he didn't have the nerve to look into getting one for himself. But his friend Ray gave him the excuse. "You should try Dawn. She's registered, she's trained, she's really good, you'll feel great," said Ray, as the two of them stumbled out of a long rehearsal. The idea kept preying on Rick, day and night. He found hi...
Cleaning off an old laptop and came across this story. Saving this before it's gone forever. I did little proofreading because I spent my time finding a browser that supported the site so it could be preserved. This story, though fiction, was written two years after we divorced. If you knew my ex and our relationship, this is exactly how it would have happe...
In 2012, I was working for a large, global digital communications agency. My management held an account planning meeting for our largest client in our Madrid office. We stayed at the beautiful NH Collection Madrid Paseo del Prado, across from the famous Prado Museum. The rooms were beautiful and there was an amazing Tapas restaurant and nice bar in the lobby...
This is a work of erotic fan fiction, with equal emphasis on story, world, and sex. Fetishes included are: futanari, huge cock, cum inflation, breast expansion, and lactation. This chapter has an even split of sexual and narrative content, but no concentrated sex scene. Sex-to-story ratio: 5/5 ***** Chapter 7: The Triforce of Daring The wagon pulled to...
My girlfriend, P, was about five foot four, with shoulder length black hair that was (naturally) lightly curled. She was slim, with tits like juicy apples, a taut belly and a wonderful arse that you just wanted to sink your teeth into. The why's and wherefore's of how we got to here in this memoir aren't really important, but suffice it to say that we were...
THE VICAR'S DUTIES On the Saturday afternoon of the vicar's wife's birthday week-end in London with her friend, Sarah, there was a garden party being held in the grounds of one of the wealthier widows of the parish. The widow lived in a large five bedroom mansion, with a large terrace which ran along the length of the rear of the house, with steps leading d...
The Sylvan Elf huntress stirred from her rest. A silent, painted shamaness brought the daily offering of water scented with irises and fresh jeth-tree sap. The deep bowl was proffered through the leaf-shaped flap to the huntress' simple abode, high in the mist-shrouded trees. The huntress awoke. She was powerfully built and dusky-skinned, the muscles of he...