Sunday The hot morning sun hit me in the face as I stepped outside the cool hallway of our apartment building in central Hamburg. It was a warm Sunday morning in August and past 25 degrees Celcius already. We were late, much too late, as we had hurried down the stairs to the street where my yellow BMW Cabriolet was parked at the curb. It was 6:49 to be exa...
This is the third installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache, Chapter III, Interlude I: Margot Please include it under the category Novels and Novellas. For the sake of your readers, I've included an index which defines some of the more obscure terms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of...
The "Mourning Dove" sailed bravely ahead of the gale, her canvas stripped to the main staysails and the spritsail to keep her before the wind. She labored up the rise of one mountainous wave to plunge heavily into the trough with a sickening screech as her timber bones flexed inside her oak planked skin. The loose ends of cables and sheets whipped against th...
Minabi for once doesn't just look sleepy, she is a little sleepy. Purple skin catches and reflects light as a hand settles over scantily clad heavily endowed breasts, a simple black night shift that can barely be called a shirt draped over Minabi's shoulders. Hanging almost completely open, it covers her breasts just to the nipples, leaving plenty of underbo...
~~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...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. It contains heterosexual and lesbian sexual activity. --------------- ----------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental....
Commander Jennifer Fielding was tired. No, she was totally exhausted but duty called and she responded as she always had. It was just another routine day in the life of a Naval Aviator and then all at once it wasn't. She had seen some heavy shit in her twenty plus year career but this day looked like it would take first place in the shit category. Her take o...
Alex poured the pancake batter into the frying pan. He normally didn't go to too much trouble cooking breakfast, but today was a special occasion. He took a sip of his instant coffee as the pancake cooked in the pan. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He got the feeling that the ghost was going to make an appearance again. It wasn't an actual...
This is the eighteenth installment of Mrs. Hart's Ache Chapter IX "…Hail! Hail! The Gangs All Here…!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: see the Index of Terms for the definition of any word with which you are not familiar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a simple tale of retribution, wherein the young hero teaches the mother of...
Lucian and his lovers were lying on cold, hard floor; talking animatedly; they did not seem to mind as their bodies accustomed to the cold surface, their thoughts drifted further and further away. Lucian was still feeling Liza's teeth on the head of his member, dazed by the dull pain, he would momentarily come back when one of the girls would kiss his neck;...