FAWC 2: Spilling the Seed (Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingre...
I enjoy touching, feeling. I love the sensations that tingle through my fingertips. I'll run my hand along a stone wall as I walk alongside it. The sharp, almost painful effect is so invigorating. My nerve-endings respond favourably to such stimulation, reminding me that I am alive, that I can feel. With this is mind, I have loved my imaginations as to what...
Maiga is a land of fantasy and wonder. Magic flows not only through every creature, large and small, but so too in plants, objects, and the very earth itself. Fittingly, the world is filled with a wide assortment of creatures. Not only humans, but elves, dwarfs, gnomes, orcs, and far more rule the continents, with a plethora of magical beasts not quite as in...
It's a cool brisk night out and my husband and I are out late with a cup of coffee enjoying the night air and sky. We haven't been out long when I see our friend walking up to us. The three of us enjoy some small talk and all the while I'm wondering if he has ulterior motives. If he doesn't, I wonder, if maybe he would. My mind is starting to reel with scena...
Tarquinne had learned all he could from Toad. Toad sat snuffling upon a step leading down from the Queen's tower. His lip was split and swollen, and he gingerly rubbed a bald patch where a bit of his oily hair was torn out. Tarquinne stalked up and down on a landing above him. He wiped his hands upon his pants legs again and again. He felt a new spike of an...
The motorcade slowly made its way across town. Not because the occupants of the cars were not in a hurry, they were. Not because of any trepidation about the destination, for, a nation was waiting to change hands. The motorcade crept at a snail's pace, because the adoring fans of an occupant packed streets He gave no outward sign that he even noticed them....
"Rose, it's alright. No one is going to hurt you." Balok was trying to calm her. She was trembling like mouse. No wonder she was afraid of men. He recalled her scared expression when they first met and let sigh. Balok wanted to see her happy expression, wanted to see her happy and safe. "No it won't. When we apart I will once again have miserable life. The...
Maiga is a land of fantasy and wonder. Magic flows not only through every creature, large and small, but so too in plants, objects, and the very earth itself. Fittingly, the world is filled with a wide assortment of creatures. Not only humans, but elves, dwarfs, gnomes, orcs, and far more rule the continents, with a plethora of magical beasts not quite as in...
The first time she saw it, she knew it had to be hers. Long, muscular, gleaming from every angle of its body, it exuded a sensuality and power that sent shivers down her spine. It commanded her attention from the middle of the showroom floor at the motorcycle show, and she was drawn to it like a magnet. She ran her fingers across the glistening chrome and on...
This story has been written to challenge rather than titillate. Discussion on the Lit BDSM board has sparked the idea for this story. I hope all there see this. The author does not endorse the use of devices as described in this story. Do not try this at home! ----------------------------------- Ann looked at Gary standing gazing back defiantly at her....