Note: Sorry it's been a bit longer than I had intended since my last chapter in this story. I hope you all enjoy this one as well as you did the previous ones. Again, sorry for the shortness of the chapters, but I find that keeps you on your toes (or it does me, at least. : )~ ) Simmie moaned and stretched as she woke to Gil's mouth paying homage to her nip...
The Snow Queen was angry. Very angry. Livid. She was not used to being betrayed. Even worse was the fact that her two most trusted servants were at the heart of it. Something would have to be done with sweet Meadow Nymph and proud Wood Witch. Something serious. A year ago, both had begged Snow Queen for equestrian lessons. They cited personal development as...
All names, places and events in this story are entirely fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is totally coincidental. This story is a humorous fantasy, written some years back and with some references to certain women's names which may mean something to the Clintonic era of scandal archivists. * So these three kings arrived at this une...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Paying Her Way Sean's lips turned down in a frow...
The second day of being away from Al was a little easier than the first because she knew that the next day they'd be together again. Throughout the loneliness of the day and night before, she cherished his final words to her... the first avowal of love a man had ever given her and it was certainly from the man who held her heart in his hands. For Gwendolyn w...
Authors will tell you that some stories come to mind out of the blue from something that happens to get their creative minds working. The inspiration for this story comes from two stories I read by a favourite author of mine, slow_n_gentle. In, "It's What's Inside That Counts", there is a description of the ornaments that are decorating a Christmas tree, and...
I could feel him behind me...his very presence raising the hackles on my neck. His growl only made me want to run even more. I knew, though, that if I ran, I would become prey in his mind. I had been taught that at an early age when I was nearly attacked by a cougar. The stable master had rescued me, although I didn't remember all of what had happened. He ha...
Duncan Cyrus, age 20, Widow Over the Christmas Break I went home. I go home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Labor Day Weekend, but sometimes for Spring Break. I usually stay around the house and do homework mostly. It's quiet at my childhood home. My parents are usually out and about doing their thing ever since I left for college. Even during the work we...
Tristan worked tirelessly for his knight and was not a penny richer for it. Sir Reginald was one of the most famous knights of his generation. Bards sang about how he slew countless demons and rescued countless princesses and other fair maidens. All the young gentry Tristan's age had dreamed about serving him as a squire, to meet him, to learn from him, and...
Rael still wasn't sure he was making the right choice. He was torn between feeling he was abandoning his duty and honor, and the certainty that remaining here at the war camp meant it was only a matter of time before another assassination attempt came. He was no coward, to run from death. Yet at the same time, neither was he a fool. The unusual methods tak...