I didn't get much sleep and when I came to see you I reeked of Katrina. I had bathed thoroughly with her and questioned if your mundane senses would still pick up her lingering odor upon me. "My pet, did you enjoy Katrina's attention yesterday? You were no doubt eager to meet her after all the stories, yes?" I call out to you as you quickly came to me and s...
My duties as an anthropologist had been kept to the classroom for the past year, ever since I lost two of my closest colleagues in the jungles of the Yucatan to what everyone had insisted was nothing but folklore. A slug-like creature had literally consumed them. The reports from some of the local guides were that one of my friends even went in search of the...
Looking into the mirror, I stared at the chicken as the chicken stared back because I was that chicken. I knew then that nothing I would ever do for the rest of my life would be as monumentally bat shit bonkers as the thing I was about to do right now. I turned and faced my boyfriend who was sat naked on the end of the bed pumping his fist up and down his s...
"Stupid frigging sheep," Scott stammered to himself as a limb slapped off the flank of a darting sheep and caught in right in the nose. If the sting to such a tender part of the face was not bad enough, the felling of liquid on his upper lip indicating it had given him a bloody nose was worse. Instinctively he wiped it with his hand and then started after th...
Author's Note: This story contains light BDSM elements. Enjoy! ---------- No one ever gets these things right. Yes, Mother Goose—that's me! What threw you off—the garters and stockings and black leather whip? Like I said, no one ever gets these things right. Father Goose says they've twisted all my stories around, and according to the books he brought ho...
"Sir Val had forewarned me of things to come, however, I didn't realize how quickly they would spiral. A small part of me hoped it wouldn't be as bad as Elias and Val had told me to expect." I give you a sad smile and shake my head. "I talk a big game, but I just simply wanted everyone to get along and be happy." "You want to know about that first encounter...
G'day, yeah I'm back. This was supposed to be ready as part of the Aussie lit day back in November but as usual life got in the way. I'm not sure that romance is exactly right as the category but it's the closest fit I could find. I've split the story in three bite sized parts and they were all submitted together. If you want to wait and read it all in one...
(Author Notes:) Welcome to Blood & Carrots: Silverpaw. There are a few things we should get out of the way before you continue into this serial; First and foremost, this is a SEQUEL to my first series. If you have not read it yet, seriously, close this and go do so now. This story assumes you are a returning reader, and you will be thoroughly confused by t...
Charlie Harming was feeling smug. It had been a great idea - setting up the website. Okay, he had stretched things a bit with the nickname he gave himself, but the website had worked to perfection. Prince C. Harming. Problems sorted, training given, punishment administered. Phone..., E.mail... Remarkably people had responded. He smiled - it had been a fairy...
Gary sat on his couch, staring forward into nothing while his mind flipped between images of Shelly, Suzy, and Chelsea, and memories of the last days, and doubting what was real. Only when a subconscious urge to check his leg came up because something was happening there did he snap out of it. 'Ouch!' he said and saw Larry sink his teeth into his shin. His...