Author's notes: Thanks to everyone for reading and voting on my first story. Hopefully you will find this one enjoyable. I was remiss in my first story in not thanking Tw_Holt for inspiring me to write the original story, and to Todger65 for editing this one and the original. If you have not done so, I suggest you read part 01 first since it will help fill...
On Tuesday afternoon, Candice's despair from not having Camilla back was in an agonizing conflict with her will to live. These two powerful feelings, of course, were magnified by the Nigrovum in her blood: her fading, yet still existing, hope to win Camilla's love, was striving against that that heavy weight of depression, like large rocks on her back; and t...
Dear readers: I want to thank you for the thoughtful comments and address the concerns that the original episode was in the wrong category. I confess I was thinking ahead to where the story line was going, which would be more appropriate to BDSM, and wanting to keep all the potential episodes in the same category, I made the decision to use that category. I...
Mages had all sorts of ways to teleport. At least, those rare few who possessed the talent. Some liked to teleport with great fanfare and excitement—big explosions, blasts of lightning, clouds of mist, flocks of jays. Some preferred to teleport with absolutely no effect at all, of course. These boring individuals simply blinked into existence, with nothing s...
It's almost like a dream being here on the Island. Making it even more like a dream, he's here beside me. To just be able to turn and see his tawny hair shining in the hot August sun, his bare chest bronzing easily in this sweltering heat, his hand lazily trailing along my thigh as we laid there, on the bow of his boat. Thirty seven months, it's been since...
Thank you to Zoe for the inspiration for this story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are...
Bobbin the hob and 'Mommy' the holstaur faced off against one another. Senya lay back in a soft, silken chair, his cock trapped inside his new mistress's wet pussy. His lips remained fastened around her breast, and he could feel his mind going, very slowly, the longer he suckled at her glorious teats. Mommy had her neck craned to watch Bobbin as she slowly...
A very warm thank you to Decal_last for his help editing this latest submission. FIVE TO MIDNIGHT "Damn," Merrick Miller grunted to himself, looking at his wife glued to her phone. It had finally dawned upon him; Kimberly was addicted. Morning, day, and night, her frantic eyes and feverish fingers never left the touchscreen as of late. There was always s...
Kelleigh's married life encompasses rough sex, escalating to fetish and group sex and then bisexuality. Could there possibly be more... Part One. Hank and Titch were best buddies. From the age of five they were inseparable. They first met when Titch's father was employed by Hank's dad as the foreman on his farm. Hank's parents were wealthy farm owners and...
The more that I write of this, the more I get the feeling that the relative isolation of the ranch sort of makes the thing feel like a more old-fashioned sort of romance, but at the speed that this pair seem to set for themselves. It's a little odd to me, that's all. O_o ----------- They both wondered a little just how this was going to work between them....