Flick Scully: Grappa Slappa Flick was getting more and more depressed. Working in PR had always been her dream, and so when she got the job working for Populare, selling their foul tasting new drink she thought it would be the ultimate challenge of her selling prowess and advertising know-how. What she wasn't expecting however, is the situation she now foun...
~~Eric~~ "I'm busy! Come back later," he called out to the hallway. Please go away. He could have life-altering conversations with other werewolves later. Right now, he very much wanted to fuck the small woman giggling and trembling on his bathroom floor. "Open the fucking door or I break it down," the woman said. Avery, she'd said her name was. Hadn't eve...
Do you remember the choose your own path stories you used to read when you were a kid? I do, and I loved them. Still do, as a matter of fact. So here's the deal. I am going to be the main character in your very own erotic Choose Your Path story. You're welcome. Here's how it works. After introducing myself I'll describe a scenario that is currently goin...
[note: this completes the story, with a new chapter presented here with the original, earlier chapters. I'd consider this a version 1.0 effort for now, too, and at about 115 pages, it's not a short read. Also, while there are loose romantic elements, I'd consider this more sci-fi and properly considered as belonging in the non-erotic category.] Mystères élé...
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~~Jack~~ Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn't get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean...
Disclaimer: I do not own Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Do you want to do this, or not?" Rosa sighed, making sure to keep her voice down so the whole precinct didn't hear. Something which Amy clearly didn't think of. "What?" Amy exclaimed indignantly, before quickly blushing, looking around and then lowe...
CHAPTER 12 Anticipating another dry summer in 1979, hinted by abnormal wind direction patterns, and with his commercial investments and ambitions decreasing his interest in farming, Matt has his entire extended Faraway farming property re-surveyed and put up for sale apart from 2000 acres of the original Strathmore Farm on the valley floor and upper terrace...
~~Antoinette~~ Oh no. She sat upon the highest floor of her tower, a tower she had built upon what she designated would be Elysium territory, where Kindred-on-Kindred violence was prohibited, where feeding was prohibited, and where discussion was encouraged. To place her tower within its embrace was a choice she had made, a political stance signifying her...
~~Antoinette~~ Deep within her tower, she sat at a table with an array of laptops, tablets, and artifacts. The resonance circle sat empty, and she had her chandelier to a normal white light. The necklace that had summoned the odd spirit of secrets sat in front of her, and she stared at it as she folded her arms across her chest. Should she tell Avery of he...