This story is set in the world of "Secret of the Strongman," written in 2000 by Nancy Rose. You can choose to find that story first or not; I think that this one works fine either way. Warning for those who don't like such things: this story involves magic. * * * * * * * It didn't seem especially important, going in. Just another play in the fourth quarte...
(I have tried to experiment in writing a bilingual story. If you have no knowledge of Hindi it won't interest you. But to someone who speaks hindi / urdu it should be interesting. For them when a girl says 'chodo mujhe' has more erotic connotations than fuck me. :) This a tale of eight college friends... I would welcome any and all comments.) * Kisi kavi...
I got a job stacking shelves at the supermarket during the Summer holidays of my second year at College. Judging by my antics and expenditure during my first year I was going to need the cash. I was 20 years old and spending nights filling shelves was hardly my idea of fun but then beggars can't be choosers, can they? Besides which, as I found out towards th...
Welcome to chapter eight. I hope you stuck around through the wait. Somehow chapter six took over-long to post, and seven less-than average time, so they posted the same day. Eight hopefully will post on Thanksgiving, but nine will be delayed because both myself and my editor have obligations over the holiday. Thank you for reading, and don't forget to vot...
Duke Kalas woke up in his own bed for the first time in months. It was good to be home; he found he missed it more than he could have imagined. He glanced to the side and saw that his wife was still sleeping so he quietly slipped out of bed, his morning erection bouncing as he headed in the direction of the washroom to take a piss. He had only taken a few st...
I believe most men would give their left arm for a big dick. But being well endowed has never work out well for me. It started back in middle school, the first P.E. class that we had to dress for. The first locker rooms, showers, and being naked in front of your peers. Even in those transformative years, my cock was clearly larger. But instead of being an ob...
Here's another piece of literature brought to you by the underwear manufacturers of the world, because I hope you ruin them while reading this hot, sexy thing. If it illegal in your jurisdiction to read erotic materials such as this, please don't read this. I reserve all non-electronic and all commercial rights to this work. If you wish to read some of my o...
Chapter 3 "Dark Promise" At one point in time, Kaalia's private chambers was dedicated to showcasing the most elusive Artifacts brimming with knowledge on the deepest recesses of dark magic; placed atop miniaturized obsidian monoliths as they vied amongst each other for their Goddesses attentions. They buzzed and whirred with a life of their own as they exa...
The Majestic stared at the corner of her room. Her bath steamed around her and smelled of burnstone powder -- a musty sweet smell. One arm was draped over the edge of her tub where The Obedient was busy cleaning and polishing her mistress's fingernails. The servant girl's deep crimson hair was now accented with the beginnings of a blond streak where her woun...
Finally, I have gotten enough of my male life behind me that I understand that to be a good lover to a mature woman you have to have been through all the stages. The "What do I do?" early stages, the awkward first times together, the twenties when you fall off the bed and pass out, the thirties when every man knows his woman can kill him with her pussy if sh...