Clara was slowly regaining consciousness. Her pillow was so comfortable; it was warm, smooth, smelled of sandalwood, and was, moving? What the… Opening her eyes slowly, her gaze clashed with a pair of warm chocolate ones. They held a warm softness that had an underlying hint of determination. Looking lower she could see a mouth set in the hinted dete...
The stone masonry began to shift just barely, sending dust and flakes down to the pavement, shimmering in the streetlights that just flicked on. The sky was a deepening violet and the moon stood upon the spires of distant buildings to the East. The awakening was atop an ancient house, built by a mad novelist whose arcane stories brought him the wealth to wro...
Her eyes were twin, corposantic quasars in the dank room's inner night. Long had learned to move carefully towards such energy, and through such accretion of waste, the dangerous befoulment of this his perfect find. But tonight was different. No caution, no need. He was not expecting to live through this encounter. Long lit a match and then a smoke, exhaled...
The rain washed streets held little remorse from the rancour of the pounding heavens, the boom of thunder echoing heavily away before being swallowed by the foothills of the mighty Kilendarth Mountains. The city of Trenasruine was the Farth Kingdom's second largest after the capital and commanded a critical conjunction of trading routes on the way to neighbo...
It was a hot afternoon, and although rare for the high plains, very muggy as well. Jay stopped his boss' Chevy pickup at the crest of the hill and left the windows down. Huge old cottonwood trees, their hard shiny leaves rustling in the light breeze, ringed the park below them. Cottonwood seeds drifted around them in the air like snowflakes and lay thick al...
Helen had been seeing her quicksand lover in secret, early Sunday morning liaisons, for some time now, and each erotic endeavour had heightened her sexuality. Wallowing in the warming wetness, and sinking sensually in the swampy sand, she had felt a frantic fervour to take things further, not just being made mellow liquid love to, tenderly and caringly, but...
The Keeper woke, knowing not how long she had lain, only that her body still glowed with satisfaction. As sensation slowly returned, she realized that the Ashen had left, and at once felt a stab of longing, an icy spear of regret followed by the warmth of shame. She rose, noting that she was once more clothed in that somber garb of black and grey; the Ashen...
I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live in Bama land, and I have a very important job, as Egroegs and Poon Tangs cannot breed alone. They must have my enzymes to make the seed fertile, so I suck the seed from the mighty horn of the Egroeg and spit it with my catalysts into the breed pouch of a Poon Tang so she may have d...
Hello, there. My name is Eileen Bernard. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm filthy rich, and also openly gay. Presently, I'm having some fun with my bitches. Who are my bitches? Sholonda Tate and Tanisha Holloway Brown, two plump, big-bottomed and very dark-skinned black female prosti...
One could make this comparison between a car and any woman, and God knows that has been done many times before, but I don't think it is appropriate. For one thing, women of any kind are not actually objects. No one should "own" them, unless they want to be. The "woman as a car" makes more sense with a certain type of woman (or man); the type that is happiest...