This story is for my good friend.. Lorri, Happy Birthday! Life leads us in many different directions. We meet many kinds of people along the road we take. Some are friends for awhile, some are friendships that last a lifetime if we're lucky. Then of course, there are those that are one night stands. Remembered fondly if worth remembering at all. Lorri was...
If one was to look up the word "suburbia" in a dictionary there would simply be a picture of Chamberlain Close. It was indeed the very definition of middle class respectability, the sort of place where an unkempt front lawn would make one a social pariah. Range Rovers were dutifully washed every Sunday morning, Songs of Praise was watched every Sunday night...
He is a demon, and his name is unpronounceable. There is no exact translation; the closest meaning is "the hottest fire," but it misses the mark. He is not an awful demon, as demons go. His area of expertise is lust, but he is flawed; occasionally he allows just a hint of the softer emotion of love. He rationalizes this by increasing the lust, and by the k...
Morikis Bonecarver heard the heavy footsteps of the orcs waddling down the stone corridor well before they reach the door. Just as he thought, three hard knocks followed. "Fucking orcs," he growled through clinched teeth. "Could their timing be more impeccable?" Angry, he withdrew his cock from the little chamber maiden's pussy and dismounted her from behi...
The Witch's Trail: Week 1 No one could say who said it first. Who heard "herbalist" or "healer" or "wise one," and said the word. In the end, it didn't especially matter. The word was spoken. Soon every ear in the town had heard it, then every ear in the Rhone valley: Mont Clare was bewitched. What followed was inevitable. When there is a cry of Witch! the...
We Witch You a Merry Christmas Viki swept the last bits of lint and dust into the dustpan. Emptying the dust into the trash, she set the broom carefully to the side and started unpacking the box of books. Owning a brick and mortar bookstore in an e-book economy was a tough go, but Viki thrived on challenge. It was time to go home, but Kelli was still in o...
There's an old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. Actually there are a LOT of old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. This is mostly because the average muscle-bound barbarian can't read. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something tha...
Companies of heroic soldiers advanced, clashing with wild bands of Orcish defenders, driving toward the battlements across a rock-strewn field. Iron pierced flesh, splintered bones and spilled blood on dry cracked earth; cries of triumph mixed with anguished screams of death, and flashes of sinister magic lit the very air afire. The brave soldiers advanced;...
He wouldn't let this witch control him, he had enough of being a slave when he was first reborn. He would show this witch that she didn't control him. The rush from her magical blood burned through his body, he knew all the warnings. Never take any blood from a witch, especially powerful witches or they could enslave you with the promise of more power laden...
Author's note - Hi! I haven't been able to write in a while, but hopefully that will change soon as my schedule shifts about. This story was written for someone very special and awesome; hopefully it'll be an ok present, even if it is a little late. Like always, any critiques or feedback is greatly appreciated; I have fun writing, but I want to always work o...