"Jes stand still and take yer whuppin' like a man!" Prowl leaped back as the meaty fist of Spinebuster The Bionic Redneck swung in a heavy right hook, the former pro wrestler turned super villain growling and striding forward in his black t-shirt, sleeveless denim vest, worn blue jeans, and heavy tanker boots. "Not that it'll matter in a minute once Dirge ge...
Rachael found herself wandering a dusky dreamscape. She felt slivers of grass brush against her legs like the barest of whispers, dewy in the cool twilight. There weren't any notable features here; just grass as far as she could see, leading out to a muted and distant horizon. Rachael walked until the grass gave way to a still lake. The dim light turned ever...
Greetings, dear reader. The name is Mohammed Ismail, but you can call me Mo, since everyone else does. Or rather, everyone did. In the eyes of the world, I died on November 17, 2009, at the age of twenty one. I was a third-year student at the University of Ottawa, in the civil engineering department. My parents, Hodan and Ahmed Ismail, couldn't be prouder of...
Late on a Friday night, Cara stood in the Commission Conference Room on the top floor of the Denver Central Public Library. The library was closed, but she had snuck away from a special event in the basement conference facility. Even after several glasses of champagne, Cara was bored at the fundraiser and this room was one of her favorite spaces in the city....
Not every second-hand bookshop has its 'gods and goddesses' section located in a dungeon with live, 24/7, Sub-Dom/S&M entertainment. And, not every second-hand bookshop requires you to strip to your underwear to enter one of its sections through a concealed door disguised as a bookshelf. Factotum Rarities & Antiquities intrigued me from the moment I first...
*This is an erotic story of sorts taken from a recent conversation between Sir Gray and his enchanting muse. May it thrill you and delight you... *Muse: Sir Grey your muse summons You You sing the song of my soul like a lark *Sir Grey: My muse My muse you stir Me unlike any other come here at once linger beside Me The memory of bidden words and unbidde...
Author's notes: This was edited by a professional awhile ago. It is in the same continuity as my other story arc "Demon's Punish." In fact, both stories converge after awhile. All sex is between two consenting and willing adults over 18 years of age. The story is written in third-person past-tense with limited perspective switching perspectives. This s...
The noise of the bus still filling my ears, I slowly wandered down the hall toward my office, taking my time to unwind and lose the wish to injure the senseless, annoying people whose ‘humour’ had kept me from my nap. Through dusky halls I walked, my heels tap-tapping on the cold tile floor until I arrived at the office door. I paused at the threshold, calmi...
A black SUV shot across the highway like a bullet. All windows open, and a pair of long, slim legs were hanging out of the front-passenger side. The legs belonged to Scarlett Davies, a 25 year old gymnast with luscious red hair, emerald eyes and fair skin. Driving next to her was 27 year old Ryan Peters, a junior accountant with brown hair, brown eyes and ta...
Susan considered the young man's proposal. She had no intention of accepting, but, her already purring libido snarled like a big cat. His offer had shocked her; his audacity had been breathtaking, especially considering his youth; Susan could feel the pulse of interest between her thighs. However adventurous she believed herself to be, her suburban chains he...