This is a continuation of this series, if you don't read part one, you probably want understand the setting very well. Also, I always read through these before I post them, but I still miss things. I appreciate constructive criticism about my stories, but grammatical critiques are pointless once this story is posted. I can't change anything. I hope you, like...
I hope you like my story. I am not a writer or English major. So please excuse my bad grammar, poor sentence structure and just plain old third grade spelling. I thank you now for all your comments. Either bad or good. But truly I really could care less if you like it or not. But have good day and be sure to comment please. It will help me on my next story...
I. Numadones, the Chancellor The boat lurched as it hit the pier and I staggered into the rail. Dry land. I climbed over the rail and for a few seconds I just stood, trying to adjust to the stillness of the earth. I heard a throat clearing and I looked up to see an old Methanian with a long white beard dressed in a robe much like mine. "Sir, you are the h...
Tom pulled his car up on the opposite side of the street and turned the headlights off, the engine still running in case he got cold feet. He had heard things, sure, but is that all they were? Rumours? He could be making a huge mistake. Tom drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and looked at the house to his left, illuminated poorly by the lights of the...
I reached out and fondled Nadine's saggy tits again. "I just can't keep my hands off of them!" I exclaimed. "They're just so darn cute!" Nadine laughed. "You can play with them all you want, Jack." she said with a smile. "In fact, I'd love to watch TV with you, laying back against you while you massage them for me." "I could play with them for hours." I...
The waiter showed the couple to their table. The husband was maybe forty, a big guy with a rugged outdoor look and a friendly, happy-go-lucky manner. The woman was younger, probably late twenties. She was gorgeous with long auburn hair, twinkling green eyes, and a delightful, athletic body. Her physical package was complemented by a warm, witty charm. He was...
I'm Allie, 56-year-old wife & mom. My 25-year-old son likes to bring some of his friends over that are 18-25 and make me act all flirty with them and dress up in stuff like short shorts and miniskirts. In real life I'm a fairly conservative, short, bubbly blonde... a bit like a cute little muffin see? In my fantasy world I'm a submissive slut for my son's fr...
"Hey, hon," my wife Phoebe - Fee - said, a little sleepily, "would you mind getting us croissants for breakfast?" It was a bright Saturday morning, and so I figured, why not? I got up, dressed, slipped out the apartment and decided that while I could go to the nearby store and get decidedly average croissants, I'd take a trip out to the one across town, add...
This is a work of fiction, something that trickled into my brain years ago, and I ignored, until I plotted it out, having seen that both BDSM and Incest is something that people seem to like to read. This story does not relate anyone living or dead, but it is partially and very loosely based on research I once studied while researching for a paper on deviant...
Author's Note: Hi everyone, I hope you're ready for some more succubus fun. As always, this is a work of fiction. To those who noticed, Rhelsiya is supposed to be turning nineteen. I originally was gonna have her be turning eighteen, but I wasn't comfortable with her flirting like she was at seventeen. Thanks for pointing that out in the comments. There is a...