It was the lunch period and some of the employees working in the Mall shops were taking their break. Simone and her assistant Alice were putting away a few dresses recently tried on by a customer. I should tell you that Simone is not Simone’s real name. She was baptised “Edith,” but when some years ago she opened her ladies fashions shop in the Mall, she fe...
The daylight came quickly. It was time to tell the clan. Reidar called Chieftain Soren and his son to his home. It would be best if Soren found out first. When a knock came at the door, Reidar pulled it open. "Soren, Kaire, please come in." Murani sat on the bed as the two Thoran came in. She shivered as the two new sets of eyes found her. They stared. S...
Hot sun baked the dusty road, mile after mile of potholes and stones that liked to wedge between sandals and feet. Exhausted and lightheaded, Sybari left the road for the shade of a balasta tree, sitting down under the cover of its enormous leaves. She took her flask from her pack and brought it to her parched lips, drinking deep and wiping her mouth on the...
Copyright PennameWombat July 2019 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: These chapters are written to be read in sequence, to fully understand and enjoy the story -- RUSTY Chapter 5 -- The Bridge Each new working day Amanda hoped she would receive her next instructions from SA. It was a week later when they finally arrived. "What are you doing next Wednesday at lunch?" Her Secret Admirer's message appeared acro...
Note: Part 3 of the fantasy setting series. I was going to put the Druchii part before, but realized I wasn't actually feeling very inspired for that or the other races I had in mind. Maybe I'll feel differently later. For now, this is essentially done and I won't be coming back to it. ***** Going back to Vixens for the third time in as many days, I decid...
One day a young woman entered the tattoo studio. Jess welcomed her, but then insisted to see her ID card as due to the services provided by the studio local laws only allowed adults to enter it. The card showed that her name was Elisabeth and that it was her 18th birthday. "Congratulations, Elisabeth, on your first day as grown up!" Jess said with a blink....
"Master?" Rose said softly, her tears had finally dried up, but she still hadn't released me yet. "You don't need to call me master, Rose." "Mas-Kye... Do you still want me?" She tensed in my arms with those last few words. I for that matter was still a little shocked. If not for the violence inflicted on the dead slaver, then by Rose's physical attribute...
(Yulio) Earlier I don't know when I began to feel it. It might have been when we got out of the bath, when the demon helping us began to dress us after we bathed. He did Siro first. Siro stood at a mirror while the demon, Gawen, rubbed scented oil over his chest, sides, back, and arms. Gawen was tall and thin, with long, black hair that he always wore out...
[Although this story stands by itself, readers might enjoy it more if they read Judy: The Baby-sitter and Judy: Prom Night first. This is a work of fiction. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be completely realistic. All locations, events, and characters are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance...