Copyright PennameWombat May 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
"Oh, don't stop," Phoebe moaned at me. Her hazel hair lay flopped back and forth on the pillow as her head flopped back and forth. "Don't stop! Fuck me, Will, fuck me!" I wondered why she thought I would stop at this point, with my dick already pounding her tight little pussy, or how I would even manage to. I was really just trying to hold back the flood of...
Bardic Cycle Date: March 26, 2095, early morning Locations: City of the Suns, Duchy of Biyandi; Wood Haven, Kingdom of the Wood Elves; and Malganna, Caloren States Note: This story contains magic and sometimes psionics (mental powers). It's about Reison Whisper Wind, a young half-elf who wants to become a bard, and his three newlywed human wives -- the hi...
This is a story nothing serious and couldn't find an editor. Not much sex, no cuck and no BTB. Just another sad tale, but a warning the narrator is not necessarily telling the truth and his views do not necessarily reflect the author's. The object in my hand is small and seems entirely harmless. It is less than five inches long, a little over two inches...
PREFACE The following is a "true story of my imagination" and continues the affair between two nursing moms which began in "Annie & June". This episode focuses on day 2 of the weekend shopping trip the girls took in Chapter 3. In this chapter, chapter 4, Annie and June bring home a young salesgirl for more nursing moms lesbian fun!! As always, names, places...
Note: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older. * Winston Thomas, still as lean and lanky as a wet noodle, stands beneath a large glass ceiling in a marble room filled with artists, art, and angst. So much angst. And so sharp Winston wants to grate it over a delicious art burrito and have it for dinner. He's certainly not innocent...
Yrba's Travels, Pt.11 — Oil To The Flames by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 11 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) -- from A to D, and occasionally up to a...
A/N: Thanks to my editors Sylvidoll, Spookmeister, and to my buddy Mike! ***** A solitary cloud passed overhead, casting the area in eclipsing darkness. The atmosphere over the pond was fraught with tension as Shawn's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the gloom beneath the trees. He could see the vague silhouette of a man that was only visible as a dar...
With the light shining into my bedroom, I'm up before my alarm goes off. I didn't sleep well last night, my mind thinking about everything I have to do today. I yawn and stretch out, then lay on the bed like a starfish. This is the day I've been waiting for since I became Ashley (well, the day I eventually started waiting for). The first day of the rest of m...
[I have been asked ... over ... and over ... and over again, (how flattering!), to write a new strip poker story, with new characters, and a new situation. The story got off to a quick start, but then I just couldn't come up with any ideas about how to end it, because I wasn't happy repeating some of the situations from my Proper Rules series. And then ... a...