"Fellow Angels, I'm no traitor, I simply did what had to be done," the Angel known as Selaphiel said vehemently, and she stood her ground, fearless before the might of the Archangels. In the court located at the heart of Heaven's Vault, a hush fell over the crowd of gathered Angels. Although the trials of Angels were far from uncommon, Selaphiel's status as...
The sun was dipping in the colorful New Mexico sky; as I poured myself a vodka tonic and sat down to watch the Sandias turn their watermelon color. It had been another long day of listening to people tell me about their stress, idiosyncrasies, and how their mate did not turn them on anymore. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy my job as one of Albuquerque's leading...
Writer's Note: The music accompanying this is ATB's Twisted feat. Cristina Soto, but the best audio quality version of it available is Track 1 on the Progressive – Falling Star – Compilation 4 mix set; and, for the sex scene in the text below, the music is Airdrop – Changes Original Mix. ***** The Shaman is widely known as a Tungusic cultural element – Man...
Batman glided to the top of Gotham City's main police station. Jim Gordon was standing there, waiting for him. "'Bout time you showed up," Gordon said gruffly. He flicked off the switch to the Bat-Signal, shrouding both of them in shadow. "I... I needed to do some thinking. After Bat-" "Barbara," Gordon said. He looked away for a moment, trying to regain...
THE FIFTH DAY I was awakened by the touch of lips on my cheek. I opened my eyes, and there she was, nestled against me, her hand on my cock. "Hungry?" she asked. "For breakfast, or for you? I think you, first. Then breakfast." "Coming up!" she said. She meant my cock, which was indeed responding to her caresses. "I should be getting you off first, dear....
Introduction: I deliberately left the ages vague, but it should be very clear that no minors appear in this story. If you are looking for slap, spank, slam, bam action try another story. Nothing to see here; move on. The eroticism is of a more subtle sort in this story and the actual action takes place off the stage, sort of out of sight. Please let me kn...
Charlie had the horrifying dreams for years, starting when he hit puberty. He told his parents about them, along with the school counselors, but they always told him that they were just dreams and nothing was wrong with a young man having what they called “wet dreams.” Well, five years after graduating high school, two different psychologists, and loss of s...
AUTHOR'S NOTE Welcome back! First of all, some explanation is due. I already published Chapter 2 of The Conclave, sort of, but once it got uploaded and I re-read it, I decided I wasn't altogether happy with the direction the story was going. See, I actually had two potential plot outlines for where this story was going, and, as dictated by Sod's Law, the on...
At times like this—deciding just how he wanted to screw Emma Frost, literal royalty in the only monarchy that mattered outside of Asgard, if he didn't want to pass her up for another insanely beautiful woman—Scott found it something of a misnomer how introverted he was. He didn't consider himself a Casanova by any means... that was more Gambit's line... and...
I wrote this story shortly after Christmas of 2102. It is a work of fiction. Names, places and events are a product of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it for what it is. * When the IED exploded eight Marines of Lieutenant Karl Richart Schmidt's platoon lay wounded and exposed to sniper fire from a group of insurgents hiding in the village. Schmidt's inst...