Hello everybody. I would just like to say that for those of you waiting I am working on the third chapter of Lost Souls. So fear not. It is in production. So i am a big fan of fantasy. I realize there is a pun in that but I will spare you all my shitty sense of humor. I read the Song of Ice and Fire books all throughout high school, and I really wanted to...
This work is a sequel chapter to 'Cursed Seas Chapter 1: The Wishing Stone'. This chapter features lesbian sex, masturbation, cunnilingus, and scissoring, among other acts. It also has violent and action-filled content completely unrelated to any sexual acts or sexual depictions. Thanks to Gamina for Beta Reading. * * * As always, Veradine Stoker woke...
* * * The trip overseas failed to progress beyond talk and dreams. The drummer for Tales of The Blind developed bronchitis, causing the cancellation of the summer tour. Other conflicts nixed taking the trip as a vacation. Joe was called away to Denver to help button up Carter's encryption technology, and Ashley went with him. She still insisted she wouldn't...
PREFACE Please note: There will be no voting—this is for information only. However comments are welcome, as are PMs and email with any questions about this essay, but any comment which is simply "testimony" otherwise known as witnessing. by churchy people, argumentative, or preachy, will be deleted immediately. This is not a forum for debating—most of the f...
Author's Note: This is a sequel series to Amy, Captured. To get the full experience, please read through that one first. Hi guys, that took a long time, huh? It won't in future, so check back... oh, sometime next week, I guess? You'll like what you see, I promise. In the meantime, please enjoy the new chapter, and do let me know what you think. Please vote...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...
Three Fokkers dropped from the cloud cover above. A Spandau machine gun chewed a dual line of holes through my starboard upper wing. What was left of the bracing wire began to flay the Camel's lower wing to pieces. A burst from my Vickers put one of the German planes out of the dogfight, but I had no time to glory in my kill. I pulled up on the stick in a...
Chapter 1 Office manager Carole O’Toole called Brick Briggs, one of the four partners of an aggressive Sydney advertising agency, We-Do-it-Differently Multi-Media Advertising, commonly called WDID Advertising. “Hi Carole, have you trained your husband to lick your breasts yet?” said her occasional lover. She ignored that crap comment. “Brick, we have a j...
(c) Dean Askin writing as Aden Kains Part one – Requiem For an instant Morgan feared he had forgotten the small blue velvet-covered box. It had rested atop the bureau for almost two whole years, waiting, needing to be dusted regularly. Then he felt it bulging in the pocket of his tailored St. George slacks and his mind refocused on Faithe, within reach ac...
Saturday Evening When they came up the stairs out of the subway station on Stillwell Avenue Walter looked around. "So this is Coney Island," he said. "I've never actually been here before. I've heard about it and read about it all my life, of course. This is fun, something else to cross off my bucket list. I bet I know where we're going for dinner." "There...