Note: This is part of a larger work featuring a Dragon called Norman. The land (the Kingdom) where he lives is not found on modern maps, and the stories are as passed down by the great story-tellers of history. It was/is written purely for fun. And yes, it is English English. If you are looking for a story loaded with sexual encounters, look elsewhere. Thos...
Some of the "facts" in this story are blatantly untrue. Peter Knole wasn't a man given to extremes of temper, seemingly in spite of his thickly coiffeured locks of almost dazzlingly red hair he remained, outwardly, the essence of calm contemplation. But some days started with memos like this: Get down there and sort that bitch out. Which generally had the...
My name is Charles Harrison Javier. Friends call me C.H. I'm a big and tall, somewhat good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A couple years back, I graduated from Brockton Community High School and these days, I attend the South End Institute of Technology or S. E. I.T. My high school days were dreadfully dull but my coll...
I recorded this saga as told to me by a haggard crumpled man who claimed he lost count of his years after 85 while I was researching a Master's thesis on 'iterative anthropology.' The Orkney Island native narrated this tale claiming it was one retold 50 times over but never penned. His thick accent, while charming, has been edited to make this saga more acce...
It was 7.30 in the evening of my twenty-eighth birthday, and I was sitting outside a bar on Tripoli's Sharia Istiklal (Independence Street) with a half-litre of ice-cold Amstel in front of me, watching the young Italian girls walking up and down arm in arm in twos and threes on their regular evening passeggiata, chattering away to each other and eyeing the b...
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 the sequel to Flirting With Protocol, which is a suggested first read. There's more story than sex, but I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! xo, L&L *-*-*-*-* On their way back to Callie's house, she had filled Ryann in on the changing room incident with Michael, leaving out the details of her leaving the curtain open and how hard his c...
Monday morning. Vikas walked into the office, said "Good morning" to his secretary and entered his private office. Parineeti followed him in. She waited until he sat down in his chair then simply walked around his desk and perched on his lap. He put his arm around her waist and held her there. She was wearing a crop top and a leather pencil skirt so hi...
"No. Fucking. Way." Tom slammed his fist on the table, making all the dishes jump. He shoved his chair back and leapt to his feet, bolting from his apartment to the stairs, where he took the flights five steps at a time. Pausing long enough for the wards to scan him, he continued his headlong rush through the lower level to a false wall. Taking a folding k...
Evelyn's arms and legs were suddenly freed. She sat up and ran to Casius, jumping up into his arms. He looked tired and drained, but was none the less pleased. "Has she/it gone?" "Aye. The banishment ritual was followed to the letter. Even though a daughter of Lilith and therefore a powerful demon, Meridiana was not strong enough to break the power of the p...