Once, magic worked. Centuries before Babylon, a boy from a poor family and little physical skill found a place through talent and hard study. His desires--safety, food, a woman’s affection--were in reach. But life was often short and risky: disease and drought, fire and enemy blades always loomed. To escape death, the apprentice hid away his spirit in a dangerous spell. He didn’t expect to sleep so long. Now, there are no sorcerers. Everything changed. And yet... / (Reviews)
A story from the Keltrian Universe
Martian was sent to negotiate the mining rights on Mary's Cattle Property. He didn't enjoy doing old ladies out of their property, as it always came at a price. The last thing he expected was to fall in love with a woman three times his age. However, Mary wasn't your typical old lady next door.
Beach communities can be lonely in the off season. For Paul, that's good, because he's a writer. For Barb, it's good because she 'has issues'. It's all good until the two of them meet. Then it gets better.
A young man's quest begins after he receives the Oberon ring. He is joined by a beautiful instructor and special warriors on his quest. Winner of the Golden Clitoride for Best Mind Control Story of the Year.
At 18, I couldn’t help being this horny slut, always teasing in skimpy clothes that screamed ‘fuck me.’ The bus pulled up empty except for a chatty old lady up front with the driver. I slid into the back corner by the window, popping gum and scrolling my phone, thighs slick from my dripping pussy. A few blocks later, the doors hissed open again. This tall, muscular guy in his late 60s climbed on, and that's when my troubles began...
A Making of a Gigolo Story Jill was divorced, and angry at men in general. Her ex was a bastard, and she expected other men to be the same. When things break, though, you usually have to find a man to repair them. A friend told her Bobby Dalton could fix anything. Her friend was right. He fixed much more than her washing machine.
Kazuma fumbled, in an alternate reality, James didn't. One shot story. James didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Probably wouldn't have even if the ice hadn't been there. Lalatina's body was warm and tight around him, her wet heat gripping his cock with every thrust, and through the clear ice he could see every agonized expression on the king's face, and some terrible, unforgivable part of his brain found the whole situation darkly hilarious. NOT edited by Steven, he's busy working on the New World.
I had been sitting in the food court when I was nearly hit by falling boxes. Offering to help triggered an outburst from an angry young woman. "What, you see a cripple and think you have to help? What do you know about handicaps? Why don't you shut up and leave me alone!" she screamed. The entire food court was silent. I didn't respond, just got my cane from a chair where I'd left it. As I was leaving the food court I heard, "Please stop!" The words weren't quite so angry now.