Note: This is a series of fantastical, erotic "fairy tales", with the framing device being a group of late-night taverngoers with little else to do. The previous installments are, in order, "The Riddling Sprite", "The Queen's Lesson", and "The Fiddler's Pride". The last time the taverngoers met up, impetuous server Horasen bet that Misty's story of an arrog...
Today, Mirage was especially longing for her handler to arrive. As soon as the first rays of sunlight had lit up the barn, she had awoken with that deep urge. The same urge that was bothering her for days on end. But today was that day again, when she might be granted release from her hardship. Pressing her haltered head against her stall's door, she was ju...
[This is a story about polyfidelity. It includes sex between women, between women and men, threesomes and implies other combinations. It is about the sex, but more about the relationships. Reading the first three chapters will help.] Linda and Jack had breakfast with us on Sunday morning. Linda came out of apartment six with Krystn and Maria. Jack came ou...
So... I never got over the things that happened to me in high school. I never moved on with my life. I existed. I allowed myself to live in the moments of my greatest humiliation. I lived tied up in that van where they pissed on me, lived in that pool of filth. I don't know if I've really lived anywhere else since, until Gordon and Dick Bigsuit came into my...
Linda said, "That's a good idea." She crawled back in bed. I got naked and slid in beside her. I lay on my back. Linda snuggled close on my left side, and Barb did the same on my right. "Life is good," I thought. Linda's breath became slow and regular, she was asleep in two minutes. Barb took my cock in her hand. I pulled her closer to me and held her the...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
Author's Note: I want to thank my editor, Mikothebaby. You're a lifesaver, chica! I made changes to the chapter after her edits, so any mistakes you see are most likely mine. Enjoy everyone! + + + + + Thatcher heard her screams and felt his entire being turn as cold as the world around him. The armful of snow he had been packing away for their snowball fig...
Below is Ch.7 of the story "Our Steven, Our Stephanie". This is a little absent of naughty scenes, more of a build up of things to come. Again, I wish to thank all those who have supported me in this effort, both with their kind words and votes. I hope you will enjoy this writing as well. * Steven awoke late the next morning, around 11:00, hearing commoti...
Part 7 (of 7): A Fairy-tale Ending "Quit staring at her wide ass," Tink snarled as we flew behind Ivy, a tall, voluptuous, tanned, green-haired faerie. I was doing better flying all the time, but this was farther by quite a bit than my previous flight, so Tink was helping me. And because of that, I didn't tell her that Ivy's ass was not all that wide. In f...
"A what?!?" Hillary Trenton, young, buxom blonde archaeologist, turned to her friend Sue Christensen, a bewildered look on her face. "A superhero," Sue said. "You should become a superhero." "Are...are we really having this conversation?" "Look, Hillary, you somehow got these crazy superpowers. You can't just live your life like you used to! You said you...