First of all: my apologies for the delay in getting this to you. Unfortunately, my computer, an old matron, experienced a peaceful death after suffering a long illness. She was a very ancient computer, and as such, it took me some time to provide her with a proper burial. ...and then there was the required time of mourning for my old friend (not to mention t...
Authors Note - When I looked to post this story I really wanted to put it under an Oral Sex category as it's all about the power of a good cocksucker. But, sadly the good old BJ has become so sexually passé as to be rendered obsolete in categories. Well, this one is dedicated to the awesome cocksuckers out there; I don't think you're passé at all. ---------...
Chapter 32: Messenger Their afternoon is much the same as the last, the group spending their time holed away in Laren's office, teaching and instructing Irving on his fighting technique. As if Rick senses her need to process all of the new information, he leads the charge, falling easily back into his former boots of tavern owner. Mora watches the training...
In the lavish yard surrounding Princess Peach's castle, the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom and Princess Daisy lounged around the lake formed by the runoff from the castle's moat. To combat the afternoon summer's heat, Peach wore a bikini top in her trademark pink that consisted of a loop of material around her neck and another around her sizable bust with cor...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I swear to God I'm not into the 1800's! This one was inspired by a story I read years ago that used the word 'Daemon' and had a blue skinned girl sold to a vampire, I think. I also remember it being alternative 1800's, but could be wrong. Beautiful Curse was inspired by a game called 80 Days, which is based off '80 Days...
Alexander stirred; sleep falling away from him gently as he became more and more lucid. 'No dreams.' The import of his first thought of the day struck him fully. It had been years since dreams, more like nightmares, had not roused him at least once during the night. In his contentment, he pulled the warm body in his arms closer, the gentle murmur of its ow...
"But, Papa!" Emma cried. "Enough!" He had gone crimson, a truly alarming shade, darker than the stained-glass in the church window above the pew where they sat every Sunday. "You're lucky I don't snap your neck like a chickenbone, girl! Ungrateful hussy. As I live and breathe, you're lucky." Emma fell silent. She clutched her traveling valise, the one she...
No-sex alert warning. Also, if you're looking for a feel-good ending, move on down the line. Life isn't always pretty. It's just life. ***** "You think that's a slut story?" asked Helena Bonham as a group of Perriman Financial execs sat around a Logan International Airport bar in Boston waiting out a snow delay. "How about this: I know this woman who was s...
Chapter 1 -- You Are Going to Unlock Me Aren't You? This is a revised version of Chapter 1. The original went to press to hastily and was in serious need of amendment. All characters are 18 years of age or older. The story, all names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this story are completely fictitious. No identification with actual persons...
Thrashes of light sporadically washed over the pulsing milieu, unrelenting high-hat flourishes tapping their teeth while the vibrations of the kick drum bounced their heads fore and aft. Their bodies were a vessel containing a dearth of gleeful sensory overload. Dozens of the turned-on were turned out to imbibe in the full gale-force trauma of a mere night w...