© 2008, A Humble Tinsel Polisher All Rights Reserved Author's Note: This is the last of a trilogy, surrounding a fantasy girl named Christobel. It's just a fantasy and I would not advise people doing this in real life. Very large things don't belong inside a person's body and continued injury is dangerous to your health. * A most scintillating thing took...
Shelving the remaining books, Andrea scanned the rooms and smiled with pleasure that Michael was the only one still there with her. As usual, he was sitting on the audio room sofa, seemingly oblivious to anything outside of the room. Since he began visiting her small library the last few weeks, her heart would skip with anticipation each time she saw him wal...
Chapter 01: The Beginning This series takes place in an alternate universe, in which a small number of vampires, male or female, rule small duchies or empires, and protect their humans. Rival vampires, eager for land and blood, cause fights and occasional civil wars to break out. A strong vampire, however, will guard his people, bringing justice to those wh...
Back in ’72 I spent the summer mowing lawns. This particular morning I was cruising down the road listening to my newest album, Eat A Peach. I had picked this cassette because I was on the way to a friend of my mother’s to cut her lawn. Her name was Dolores but since she was a kid everyone called her Peachy. I had known her since I was a kid and without a do...
Two miles in nineteen twenty. Not bad. Not bad for a thirty five year old guy who just went back to running a year ago. I was a hot shot five kilometer runner in high school, got a track scholarship to Ohio State, got into beer and broads in my junior year and well, the rest is history. Then, in a routine checkup three years ago, there was an irregularity i...
The day was gorgeous. It wasn't supposed to rain and it was the first break in the heat of the summer we'd had in what seemed like ages. I took the opportunity to call in from work and get some things taken care of around the house. Sometime in the afternoon I figured I should probably take the dog out for a walk. I put the leash on my Beagle and we walked...
There are no underage characters in this story. Being that this is a story about Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus, all characters betrayed are way over the age of 18. This is a Winter Contest story, please vote. * This is the real, unedited, sexually explicit story of Mrs. Claus & the Elves. A true story, the names of the elves were changed to protect their fa...
During the symposium the next day I was distracted by thoughts of Joan. I kept revisiting how exciting it was to have this strange, naked woman on my bed, how silky her pussy felt around my condom covered erection, the excitement of her quivering orgasms, the high when I came, the low of post ejaculation and the satisfaction of lying beside her for that shor...
There is something about Joan that most men find irresistible. Her long raven hair past her shoulders, lovely dark green eyes. Her voice almost sounds like she is purring. That body of hers is as "beautiful as any woman in playboy." Joan never is with out a male companion. You see very few females around her, they just don't seem to like her very much. Joa...
I am sitting in my office looking out of the plate glass window and watching the men at work in their hard hats and tight jeans. Outside the sun is shining brightly, it is late summer and still warm. My mind is wandering back to the episode on the beach a week ago. I was on holiday in the Azores, the sun had been boiling hot and I had been laying on the roc...