2 Making A Dress of Cotton and One of Hemp "There are ruminations and guesses at what the Forgotten Lands used to look like before the God's War. From what few ruins can be found, vast cities of advanced technological construction seem to be a recurring theme, and while one can make certain logical assumptions about how these advances were achieved, no one...
-=-=-=-=-=-=- Lord Talos of Evora Dancer's Hill, Kingdom of Solais 28th of Starset, 1282 D.f. -=-=-=-=-=-=- All men have fought this war, the battle to fight or flee; the masses label it nerves, whilst the devout call it destiny. But this war isn't so much a choice between two options. No men choose to flee. It's all instinct, it's beyond us, it's the a...
Author's Note: Here's Chapter 9, and I hope you enjoy it. Please leave a comment or send feedback through Literotica. I love hearing from you! I'm particularly interested in learning how you think Triumph stands against the others. Zentara and Rebellion seem to be rated higher than Elfin Descent and Triumph, even though I would probably put Triumph ahead of...
I want to thank everyone who read, voted and commented on this story. Please be aware that this story contains non-consensual exhibition and sex. It is however a work of fiction and fantasy, so if this is not want you want to read, move on. Please be aware that every one of the characters in this story is over 18. Again I wish to thank Rebecca for all her h...
***AUTHOR'S NOTE - Sorry to anyone expecting another Garden/Sinspawn chapter. I am still working on them, but this just popped into my head one day and so I thought I'd better jot it down. Normal service will resume soon! Dirk Longstaff bowed his head as he hung back in the shadows. In the glow of the streetlights, a lone figure in a loose fitting shirt whi...
Dedicated to my friend Eric R. Todd was the happiest man on the block. Maybe the happiest in the entire development, or for that matter how about the state? That was certainly possible. He looked over at Claire, asleep in the watery moonlight. A full moon hung near the horizon, its lower limb just grazing the top of the slat fence surrounding her back yard...
Part I Henry Naismith walked confidently into the hotel lounge. His smooth muscled chest rippled under the freshly pressed white button-down Polo shirt that was his trademark. With sleeves rolled up two turns and just so, the stainless Rolex Submariner on his right wrist standing in bold relief on his deeply tanned arm, he seemed a man on a mission. Outside...
NOTE: This is the first part of a story/novel that I just started writing. It still needs polish, but I'd love comments and feedback. And, this part ends at an awkward section, but I'll update soon. “The man who invented the corset should be shot,” Arabella Smythe muttered in frustration. At the present moment, she was holding tight to her bedpost while her...
Turning and riding back up the road I stopped where I had fired on the soldier from and collected the casings from the cartridges I had spent. There couldn't be too many Henry's in this area so why leave a trail for someone to follow? Riding back to the body I looked down at the corpse and silently said a prayer that I would be forgiven for what I had done t...
Jordan was in a daze. He was dressed in full drag with his face made up pretty and the feeling of sissy submission was wonderful, he hadn't felt it in a long time. Everything he'd experienced since ringing Kate's doorbell excited him tremendously, and even though her demand that he be a cock whore for all her slaves was disconcerting, he felt thrilled to be...