Although I'm sure that you may have read or heard the story of King Midas and the golden touch once or twice before, I assure you that the version that you saw in your dog-eared children's storybooks, covered with hand prints of strawberry jam, or the version that tumbled from the pursed lips of your third-grade teacher, whose polyester skirt hissed and slit...
This is a story from the Chronicles of Idethen. My intention is to write individual stories about Idethen's adventures, so each story can stand alone. This story is the first: The Song of Calandra. I hope you enjoy! If you do, please comment and let me know. Thanks, G. 1/ In a small village, in the darkest of times, a girl named Calandra reached the age of...
"When I pull out," Ailen whispered, his body bent fully over hers, he knew his cock would slide out of her ass in a moment and the frenzy would start, "Stay where you are. There is something, it would be dangerous for you to move, Anya." She shivered as she felt him slip from her ass and the gape slowly closed a bit as she was left empty and alone on the st...
CHAPTER NINE Back to Normal Lena had decided to call him Faustus. It meant lucky or fortunate. He was indeed that, and proved it many times over with his endless, near-disastrous antics. From nearly falling off the ledge of our picture window onto the rocky slope below, to narrowly escaping Shala's hoof as it swung at his head after he'd tripped her goin...
Once there was a miller who, like most men of his time period, was prone to view his wife and daughter as property, and so the womenfolk of his household, free-spirited though they were, felt themselves to be objects for his amusement. It was also important for this man that his incredibly sexy daughter, Maria, be a virgin, as if the lining that kept her vag...
Michelle wandered into the kitchen and clicked on the power to the kettle. She prepared two cups of tea whilst wondering how she had gotten herself into this position. Earlier that evening she had answered a distress text from Karen, requesting that she descend to their favourite bar 'asap' and help her out. Michelle wasn't about to turn a friend down -- an...
Jezebel flopped onto the sweat-soaked sheets and groaned in frustration: nothing was working. Not the old familiar toys or the brand new, expert-recommended models. She'd been at it for hours, trying every combination she could think of, but nothing had helped. Sure, it was fun -a lot of fun- and she'd finished herself off plenty of times -more than plenty-...
Lisa allowed a final moan of desperation as she gave in and splayed her legs wide to the invader, inviting it, begging it to fill her with it's sizzling passion, silently begging it to shoot it's steaming load hard up between her thighs. She moved to its rhythm, its huge red member plunging deep in and out as though to make certain every last shred of her vi...
Often I've been watching a movie and wished a scene was longer or went farther. Probably others here have felt that way also. This story is based on continuing one of my favorite of such scenes. The first paragraphs are an attempt to describe the original movie scene. It ends where he offers her the grape. Some of it is backstory imagined by me but the actio...
Melanie heard the apartment door open and saw her roommate, Aster, stumble in and flop down on the sofa, a dreamily happy but completely exhausted look on her face. "Aster? What's with you? Where have you been?" Aster took a deep breath and sighed. "I've been mythed." "What? You had sex with some satyr guy? Who? Where . . .?" Another sigh. "Remember Nick...