(based on the Gor fiction of John Norman) * First-Captain Black Ox, the most wanted man on Gor, moved unconcerned through a Lydius slave-market. As both a member of the Slaver-caste and a pirate, he held a professional's natural interest in the inventory of slave pens. In addition to making his living at plundering and enslaving, Black Ox had also been b...
Erendiel leaped back up the tunnel as a seemingly solid stair fell away underneath Argunthal's feet. Her heart pounding from the shock, she cautiously moved back forward, peering down into the blackness of the newly-formed hole. It looked like a long drop; she could not see the bottom, or anything else besides more darkness. Nonetheless, she somehow felt tha...
Hey Everyone! So, I've completely revamped Can't Fight Time. I liked the first book, but I thought there was something missing. Meh, I'm a perfectionist, what can I say. Anyway, I hope you're excited! I know I am! This is the first chapter of the revamped, brand-spanking-new Can't Fight Time. Hope you all like it! Don't forget to comment, I love feedback!...
As I watched my own bleeding, bisected body, my eyes slowly flickered then closed. After I could no longer hold my eyes open, my brain started to fade. Then there was nothing at all. Then I felt my mind slowly fade back in, and I began to feel my limbs, and then I felt intense pain everywhere, then my nose started working, and I smelled the smoke of sulfur a...
This (likely ongoing) story is original, but definitely not for everyone. It’s a fantasy/borderline-horror novel through and through, but the role of the sex act is FAR more than one of character development. Characters find certain things attractive from a cultural viewpoint, and come from nations and cultures that sport decidedly strange tastes from some...
"I have forgotten the name of my country," she said. "In fact, I do not think it even had a name. It was so long ago in my memory that Ancient Rome and Greece are dazzling, new, shiny cultures of such modernity. I don't believe there was such a thing as countries." Joel was tired from the day's work; exams and apprehension; and finally, the inevitable sprin...
Virginia sank down into the warm, soapy, perfumed water. She closed her eyes and sighed. The extra large tub she had purchased for herself was definitely worth the additional cost. She recalled the small tub she had bathed in while on the Aurora. She had thought that a man as tall as Drake would require a bigger tub, but being on the ship she supposed space...
It was an afternoon in Vichy, a sunny August afternoon of lazy ambling ambience and we were lounging our way through occasional window shopping in the ludicrously expensive ornate arcades and regular coffees, with the prospect of a pint or two by the bandstand before the evening struck. Beautiful people strolled by beneath the plain trees, the sun blazed thr...
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It was a beautiful day; the sun was out, casting its warm beams on the city below. There was a cool breeze that complimented the warmth and carried the heady smell of the lilacs through the air, filling the hall of the big brick church on Gotham Street. The sun shone through the stained glass windows casting different tones on the walls and the floors, illum...