It was not supposed to rain, but it did anyway. It started as a restrained spitting while the clouds rolled in. A few drops, every once in a while that landed, unnoticed, on the people coming and going in the western suburbs of Boston. As Krissy McKell left her apartment, she thought about an umbrella, but felt she could make it to her destination in time. I...
The old tavern stinks. It stinks of spilled ale, the unwashed bodies of various races, wet wool and rust. The rust smell comes from my own chainmail and it was growing overpowering. Not that I would dare remove the armor, not in this place. Not that I was afraid of this place. No this was, in a way, almost home. I just didn't trust some of my sword brothers...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, promotions, wrestlers, events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in y...
Holy shit, this story does not know what it wants to be. The lead character's motivations are conflicting. Is she a sub, or a dom? Is she shy, or outgoing? The woman makes no sense. Still, it was kind of fun to write, and one tiny element of this story is loosely based on a true event in my life. I should probably have written about that, rather than this ab...
Chapter 1 The Hidden Corruption Day 1 Nearly a year had past since Kaleb had made his decision to return to his home town of Columbus, along with his only daughter and although the city didn't exactly provide him with any sort of excitement, he was still content with the decision. After staying with his sister and her small family for the first four month...
"Excuse me." For a second Georgia almost panicked as a MAN started in, she almost pushed him! Then she remembered that there had been both a stick figure man and a stick figure woman on the door, above the words Changing Rooms. And each changing room had a nearly floor to ceiling door. George still wasn't comfortable at the idea, but it wasn't HER getting c...
Our heroine becomes the life drawing model. Lots of humiliation and all that good stuff, setting it up for more next time. Please don't hesitate to give feedback, I'd love to know what you all think. ********************* Art Class As Yumi arrived at art class, she could feel everyone staring at her. Her breasts were practically falling out of her top as,...
Women say that men 'have their brains in their balls and think with their dicks' and if there's a grain of truth in that (let's face it guys - there probably is) then Tracy blew my mind regularly! At home and alfresco - in the back of a black cab going home after a night out; in the cubicle of a public restroom; in the park, in the woods and on the beach - a...
Glenn Mercer opened his garage door entering into the Kitchen area of his home. Carrying a package he rests it on the counter. While unthreading his tie and releasing his strangling collar he shut the door moving into the rest of the house. He heard soft music playing from his living room stereo. Puckering at her choice of Bach made him realize she had taste...
Hmm...Some of y'all are cold blooded like Rick James. It's cool. Sometimes story's will not always be happy that's life. Sometimes they are train wrecks we, as readers, can't look away from. I remember reading a story where I didn't morally agree with the character's actions. At times I hated her, but I never forgot that story. Not to say that this is some g...