He had time to spend, and spent some of it in a small village on a small island. He'd been here most of a week, with his sketch book and his paint box and his walking stick, and the weather had been glorious. This morning was not glorious but overcast; rain had fallen overnight, and more was predicted for the afternoon. Sketchbook and paints did not fare we...
The scene, a small island among the stunningly beautiful Isles of Scilly in the Atlantic Ocean off the southwest tip of the Uk, its two thirty on a warm sunny afternoon with just enough breeze to send the waves crashing against the shore and Sandra, Ponygirl 314 stands patiently admiring the view as she awaits the arrival of the afternoon boat from the mainl...
Before he met Anita, Saban was a powerful demon lord, with over a hundred demons at his command. This is one of his stories. * Saban I stalked through the forest, mind blanked, body low to the ground. Hunting. Hunting for demons. I'd found a trail of residue, and I was following it, my mind empty of all but the task at hand. Following. Following... Found...
THE SATYR It was nearly sunset in the tiny (though not as tiny as some) village of Kusta when a barefoot, ivory-skinned, steely-eyed girl walked through the very outskirts and farms on her way to the center. The village that the strange girl had come from was so tiny, that market had only been held one day a week. Kusta was large enough so that market was e...
(This did not start out as a toy story, but it decided on its own to become one. So be it. The joys of creative writing. I hope you enjoy it and please remember to comment and vote. All participants are over the age of 18.MST) * At first I was in awe. In my whole life I had never seen such wealth. Even my cousin Everett, the dentist, didn't have a house a...
All the cards looked the same. Besides, he did not really know what he wanted. He just needed a thank-you card. It was nearly 6 PM. He was the last customer and the staff was preparing to close. Overwhelmed, John began to walk towards the door. Suddenly something caught his eye. There on a shelf was a box containing a collection of antique motorcycle note ca...
As Demetrius lay out on the deck of his ship speeding across the Aegean, he looked up into the dark night sky and sighed. Still naked of course, and completely covered in bites and scratches from his erotic ordeal with the insatiable Maenads, he was still slowly recovering. The pain of his injuries now abating, only the dull constant ache from his full and i...
The first chapter of this story is posted under Calandria. The second under my new identity of Calandria2. (Don't ask why!) Everyone in the tale is over 18, and so should you be! Kate is a young girl from a humble background in the States, whose adventures have brought her to Madrid, where she was 'discovered' and given a home by Lars, a handsome man with m...
Celebrity: McKayla Maroney Story Codes: MF, cons, oral, anal, MDom, slut Notes: Feedback is always appreciated and more than welcome, either through the forums or my profile. English is not my first language, so forgive any minor mistakes. Disclaimer: This story is not real; these events did not happen, nor are they likely to, and are not meant to re...
(This is the third installment of my ongoing story titled, "A BusinessWoman's Journal". Each installment is listed by the month of the journal entries, starting with April/May. Hope you enjoy the evolution of Ms. E Harley.) July 2010 Thursday, July 1, 2010 Mr. Valequez called me out of the blue "just to say Hi". He was hoping that I might be able to com...