“What are you thinking about, luv?” Spike pulled Willow onto his lap, brushing stray pieces of hair from her face. “Nothing.” “Don’t try to fob me off with a ‘nothing’, pet. I know how you think, know when you’re upset. Now tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” She sighed. “Spike.” “Yes. . .?’ “No, I’m thinking about Spike.” Spike smirked. “...
The Prince's chambers were a flurry of activity. Servants hurried to and fro, stuffing chests and crates and boxes. Sumptuous robes and tunics were haphazardly thrown in with bedclothes and riding gear. Armour plates banged against each other, a jumble of metal and mail. The Prince shouted orders and commands, sending another servant off to fetch a forgotte...
Stepping through the front door of the shared lair of the Brotherhood of mutants, Mystique stepped through the door first, sulking with the rest of her teammates following her inside. She was depressed, incredibly so. Her head hung low that her red flowing hair obscured her face and shoulders as she sluggishly made her way inside. Her white silk dress draggi...
We were travelling in Podolia when we hit a particularly bad pothole and the car's front suspension broke. We veered off the road and into a ditch. Where, I hear you ask is Podolia? It's in the back of beyond, where Russia and the Ukraine meet, more or less. Depending on where you set the boundaries, parts of it have been at various times in Moldova, Austria...
The steady ring of hammer on iron and the forge's flare under each pump of the bellows was normally a comforting sound, the resonant beat of hard work and satisfaction. That day, however, Hafred was anything but satisfied with his place in life. Apprenticed to Smith Garn, the youth was blessed with a strong arm, the promise of steady income, and a profession...
Towards the end of January, Peter returned to his workshop with Jennifer on his arm. Joe noticed the change in Jennifer and the ring on her finger. Smiling broadly, he bellowed his welcome for all to hear. "So here's the blushing bride-to-be! I'm very pleased for the two of you." Dragging Jennifer from the office, he took her into the workshop where he sp...
THIS STORY IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READING ONLY ------------------------------------------ You can help a beautiful, sexy witch out of the shit, you can get your handmaidens to wash her clean in a bath of magic love potion, but there's always some prick of a king who wants the first fuck . . . ------------------------------------------ Some of the palace...
"This has got to be the sickest stunt us Delts have ever pulled," Phoebe whispered. "Poor Colleen." "Shh," Brooke said. She watched Colleen through the gauzy curtain surrounding the bed. "I mean it," Phoebe said. "I could puke. How can she stay so cool?" "Because she's Colleen," Brooke snapped sotto voce. "She's our president and she's got Delta Sigma Eps...
This story is partly auto-biographical, I'll leave it up to you to work our which is fact and which is fiction. * I don't know if the brain of every male of the species Homo sapiens works as mine does but if it does then the species will die out within several generations. The mating urge in my brain is strong, it would need to be given the number of time...
This morning, Robbie stood at attention, his penis now in severe pain, pushing, pushing desperately against the unforgiving metal of the Thimble as he gazed down into Karin’s heaving breasts as she knelt, tapping the Thimble tip with a French talon. “You were supposed to clean this thing, Robbie.” Karin looked at the tip of the Thimble. She got very close,...