(This text contains incest. Be advised. Also this is out of sequence from prior publications, so readers may not recognize some characters.) Abigail Harkness slipped from her sleeping quarters in the quest bedroom, leaving her pussy-besotted husband in a catatonic daze. She was aroused but nowhere near sated from their session. This happened a lot. They'd...
It was cold outside. The December night air seeped between the cracks in the log home. Sandra Jean Leone, a house slave, snuggled up under a thick quilt. She shivered until her body heat, radiating inside the quilt, warmed her little cocoon. She could hear the mumbled voices of the white Leone's thru the thick logs of the big house, laughing and celebrating....
Author's Note: This is a work of pure fantasy. The story contains sexual activities and situations between a man and a humanoid cat-girl that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. All characters having sexual relations are above the age of 18. Or whatever the legal age is on whatever planet they came from. All the character names,...
She was alone in his bed when she woke up. She wondered where she was, everything seemed so strange...not a bad strange though. Usually when she woke up it was Mrs Johnson on 147 screaming off her head at her four boys for being late to school again. It was usually to the sound of Clay Brown, the stripper next door practicing his Elvis crotch grabs to Christ...
I want to share her with other men. Those men will need to be black. That can be... misinterpreted? Offensive, even? And it can also seem rather selfish; if it's something that I am doing for her as much as for me then how can I make a demand of her like that? First I'll discuss the black thing. I explained that I think I fall closer to the straight spectru...
It's kind of gray and cold out there today. How about a tumble with a willing woman? I'm smart and attractive, and looking for something to cheer me up on a dreary day. The clouds of depression have dogged me since my teens, and a move from snowy Vermont to mild San Francisco hadn't done anything to stave them off that rainy winter. I'd done my best to che...
Authors note: Hello everyone. This story is a spinoff of the Twelve Tables series I wrote a while ago. I hope you enjoy this series despite its differences to the original story. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Matteo was not naïve enough to think his fathers didn't already know he had spent the last t...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. I hope you enjoy this series despite its differences to the original story. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. * The booming of a door slamming announced someone else wa...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you to everyone who has voted and left comments I appreciate every one of you. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** "No," Cat laughed. "It's one thing knowing what I would have to do and a totally different thing agreeing to do it." The truth was that she still wasn't sur...
January, 2020. x Sophie Helen Rhys-Jones, Countess of Wessex, at the age 50 had rivalled Kate Middleton as one of the most glamorous members of the Royal Family. She had now been married to Prince Edward, youngest of the Queen's children, for twenty one years and was looking ever more youthful. Blessed with a radiant smile and dimpled cheeks she showed a...