Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ****** “Let her win.” Lexa softly but firmly ordered. Clarke linked a few times, unable to believe what she just heard, and then she frowned, “What?” “Clarke, you know I hate to repeat myself.” Lexa reminded her, before sighing and indulging her wife, “You should le...
This is the sequel to Girl talk, published on the 18th. If you haven't read that one first, this one won't make too much sense. This is another short one, because it details just one conversation. ***** It's pretty warm today, in the upper 80s and humid, with a few clouds in the sky and the possibility of thunderstorms later this afternoon. Hi, I'm John, a...
Chapter 2 : The Priestess Meets A General Part 3 : Friendship, Advice and Love "I have always wanted to travel," she said as they talked again afterwards. "But in my life I have never been very far. No one here travels far or knows much about anywhere else. Tell me about where you have been." "I have travelled all over the Empire and I have seen everythi...
First of all, it must be noted that I am not a writer of erotica. I find it much more fun, and erotic, reading stories where I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen (even if it's pretty clear from the direction of the story so far) than writing ones where I have such absolute control. But I am an avid reader, and I have read many stories in each of the c...
In my early 20s I was having a birthday party for my 1st husband, with 3 other couples he invited from work. We had already started out the night at the house getting stoned on pot and having a few drinks before we moved to the local bar/pool hall down the street. We mostly had the place to ourselves except for some out of townies. The drinks flowed and pa...
It was New Year's Eve and I was really enjoying myself. In my entire life, I had made two solid friends and they were standing in the room with me. We were in Tom's basement shooting pool and drinking beer while our wives chatted upstairs. I had moved back to Allentown a year ago, after living and working in Philly for fifteen years. Ray had gone to Stanfor...
A Black Man in a World of Young White Couples, Part 3 It was early, slightly before dawn, and, as was his habit, Garrett Jackson had sat up, stepped out of bed, stretched out briefly to loosen up, padded into the kitchen for the coffee that was waiting for him, and now sat in his living room, looking out over the city vista below. Though the view was entr...
"I love old fashioned discipline, Sir... manacles..." she taunted. "Educated men who know what they want... and who won't blush or go squeamy when they get what they want." "Squeamy...great word. But be careful what you wish for." The next Friday, I brought home a leather collar, like a dog collar, but with silver chains running to adjustable nipple clamps...
3. Kissing the Lily "Are you heading back to the dorm?" Pelli asked later, back in the locker room, as she dried her hair. Life was back to normal. Outside the shower, no one discussed what happened in The Mosh. You could cum as many times as you wanted, with as many girls as you wanted, but once you left the showers – it was like it had never happened. Pel...
Chapter One . Authors Note; Please note that this story bears no relation to any place or person and great care has been taken to ensure that any similarity exists. This story is purely fictional in every aspect. Please enjoy it It was in the tiny coastal African state of Rangati ,a small but fairly prosperous territory by African standards, lay a former...