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El día para Naruto Uzumako había comenzado perfectamente normal hasta que trajo una piedra rosa brillante de una pequeña tienda que atendía a los turistas. Al menos, eso era lo que había pensado en ese momento. Lo había encontrado en su camino de regreso al hotel después de un pequeño viaje a la tienda de comestibles del pequeño pueblo. Sakura había estado d...
Saludos, seguidores: Estaba sentado en la cafetería, meditando sobre mi futuro. Era medianoche y no había más clientes aparte de mí en el local. Si exceptuamos a la camarera, una mujer de mediana edad que me miraba con curiosidad. Me habían vuelto a rechazar en un casting para una película, y ni siguiera era para un papel principal, o secundario. No era más...
He came in with his adult son and his grandchildren. He was very quiet and although very immersed within the US culture, I assumed that because his son did not speak English, he did not speak English either. He was in his late 50's, attractive, dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin, and stood very erect. He did little but glower down on me as I interacted with hi...
It took me a couple of hours to get over the shock. I don't think Johanna is still over it and it's been a little more than three years since we found out that we have been banished to Corporeal. She's not the same person she was when we were living in Tri-ethereal. Gone is the lively, free spirited, young female Trimorph I used to enjoy bantering with, fro...
Life in Hazely Reform School is grim. Every moment of every day is planned out for you. You must get up when you are told to get up, shower when you are told to shower, eat when and what you are told to eat, and work at what you are told to do when you are told to do it. Add to that the fact that you are always liable to have a cane or a riding crop across...
(based on the Gor fiction of John Norman) The Slavers of the great port of Schendi threw a festival for the whole city, on the occasion of the groundbreaking for their new library cylinder. Even before the Sky was streaked by rosy-fingered Dawn, on the cleared land where the Slaver library would one day stand, a good many stalls were set up to provide free...
They called it Springdale Peak, a gated community far from civilization deep in the countryside. Springdale had a unique set of rules for anyone to move in, as stated in their official charter: 1.) All residents need to be between the ages of 18 to 55. This includes children in families. 2.) All residents need to be in peak mental and physical health and mu...
Chapter 4: The Good Stuff "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yee-ees!" Molly's voice rose to a near hysterical scream. Every syllable and exhalation was pregnant with erotic exultation. "Molly! Molly! Molly! Mol-ly! Aaarggh!" Martin yelled, in the throes of pleasure so great they felt very much like pain. He doubled over, pressing his chest to her back, pulsing and spasming...
Well you never would have thought, Irvine Linaker thought, staring at the innocuous redbrick building. He paid the taxi driver, waited until the man drove off and then walked up to the corner entrance. This was a nice neighbourhood. Further down the street he saw people, mainly old blood socialites, queuing up outside the Colonial Theatre. Looking the other...