A Tara Story Part of the Keltria universe
Serpin lay along the branch enjoying the warmth of the morning sun. The smell of the storm was still fresh in the air. Looking down she spied the strange little craft. The smell caught her attention, curiosity got the better of her and she had to go look. Her mother had often warned her that her curiosity would get her into trouble one day. Serpin's life was about to change.
A Winter's Universe Story Ripped from today's headlines! Well, cribbed. At first, I thought it would be that old standby - Davey v. Goliath. Move over Batman, Winter Jennings is taking on Big Pharma. Yes ... but. Everything started with a patent for a neuron blocker that showed some early promise in treating PTSD. Then things began turning dark. Oh, did I mention intracranial meningioma? Clitorides: Awards -- 2018.
When a dragon terrorizes a peaceful mountain village, a grizzled mercenary named Iden answers the call. With his sights set on the beast's treasure hoard, he begins his arduous climb to the misty peak, but what he finds in the dragon's lair turns his world upside-down.
Every morning on the packed 7:42 a.m. train, 24-year-old Sophia catches the 45-year-old married stranger staring. What begins as innocent skirt teases and upskirt flashes quickly spirals into no-panties flashes, whispered commands, public grinding, train-toilet blowjobs, park-bench creampies, remote vibrators, alley piss play, full anal, footjobs, cum facials, and pregnancy-risk marathons. A slow-burn, addictive public-risk thrill ride that will own your commute.
A She Is Story A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
When Emily swerves to avoid a tiny creature, her mercy triggers a collision that binds her and a furious stranger in a single, haunting meter of ruined metal.
A story in the Lesbian Romances Universe
In a quiet library scented with aged paper and cedar, Susan closes an ancient romance novel, tears in her eyes, only to meet Catherine’s gaze—the librarian who has silently loved her for months. Confessions spill out, leading to a night of raw, tear-streaked passion upstairs. Tender touches, whispered “I love you”s, and shattering climaxes bind them. By morning, two lonely hearts have found home in each other, their story forever written between the pages.
Midnight Midnight veils London in shadow. She waits at Embankment, coat parted, lace stockings bare above, slick beneath skirt. He emerges—tall, eyes devouring. Fingers trace blouse, nipples hardening. Mouth devours hers, deep. Kneels, tongue laps slick folds, circles clit slowly. She shudders, comes biting cries. Lifts her, thrusts deep—rolling, filling. They grind against rail until she clenches, he spills hot. Vanishes. She smiles, marked. Midnight