Thank you for selecting this little story. I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory. Happy I if it draws a hand Down to cock or cunny, Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be Dead Funny. * The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the g...
Chapter 3: A rook with two Rooks ***** Yay third chapter! This one's short and sweet. Kinda. "Sweet" is debatable. I hope you guys like it! Since this is posted in Sci-fi/Fantasy, I'm going to have a content warning for people that might not like this. Content Warning: Reluctance Comments and criticisms are always welcome. CCG ***** "I've got a surpr...
CHAPTER ONE This dream stunk. It literally stunk. I couldn't recall ever smelling anything in a dream before, and I hoped to God this wasn't a permanent change. Or if it was, that my future dreams would be a lot more fragrant than this one. I was striding through an encampment of soldiers who obviously hadn't bathed in the last two months. That alone, the...
It had been a glorious walk and Alice's spirits were amazingly high. Her nylons made the journey effortless and her body had never felt more sensitive. She felt incredibly sexy in her shiny brown tights and thigh high red opaque stockings. Though, despite her grand mood, the path she was on grew longer and longer. It had taken her an hour of long stride walk...
Somewhere in Greater London, 30 years from now, a cool April morning... "Beep! Beep! Beep!" Elizabeth groaned at the shrill, insistent sound of the alarm. She rolled over towards the bedside table, her fingers fumbling around in the semi-darkness until they found the Snooze button. She pulled the duvet back up to her chin and rolled back to her husband's s...
Author's note: Longer chapter this time. Hope you enjoy. Keep the comments coming. It's always good to get feedback. - Tom woke slowly. Some wise part of his brain knew that it was a Sunday and that he didn't have to get up for work. That selfless act of vigilance by a tiny part of his consciousness allowed the rest of him to relax, free from care, and gr...
"When evil men plot, good men must plan. When evil men burn and bomb, good men must build and bind. When evil men shout ugly words of hatred, good men must commit themselves to the glories of love." - Martin Luther King The older of the two men adjusted his cuff links as he sat and waited for the other to pour him a whisky and soda. He accepted the glass a...
If you've enjoyed the story, please drop a comment or two and I'll take it as an indication that people want the story to continue. Cheers! ___________________________ Angela looked at the stoic man who stood in front of her. Genzo was tall for a Japanese man, about 6'2'', and his short black hair was impeccably spiked in a cavalier messy style. He was als...
The iron portcullis to the outer walls surrounding the castle had slowly been winched up and Prince Gyllen came through riding on Snowcloud, his white mare, dressed in a navy blue hooded cloak over a sky blue doublet, beige breeches and a rapier at his side purely for cosmetic reasons with his blonde hair lightly flowing in the mild breeze. Following him wer...
Sunday, November 17th I was lying in my bed sleeping soundly when I heard the clicking sound of my hotel room door being opened. My initial thought was that it must be maid service and that they did not realize I was still here. I rubbed my eyes as they began to focus and I realized it was still dark outside. It was very unlikely that the maids would be com...