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  1. Dangerous_Redhead reached out to me about reading some of my stories on Pornhub, and Part 1 of "Nailed" is the first release. Suffice to say, she's not just reading LOL The presentation is quite stimulating as she stimulates herself during the reading for your viewing pleasure. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d877d3f34a20&fbclid=IwAR0Xw1cMSDYgZekwq0S_qzwtkK5DGV2buM80IlEA5bw3HtAU1Z-RAWjlTFA
  2. I've got two stories on the verge of reaching "famous" status at Lushstories. Go give them a read and help push them over the top! https://www.lushstories.com/stories/milf/recycled.aspx https://www.lushstories.com/stories/group-sex/double-dip.aspx EDIT: LOL as soon as I post this, Lush goes down. D'OH!
  3. I thought about putting this in the "More" part of my work listings, much the same as the cover browser, but decided that eventually, I'm going to have to recode the whole site for some updates. I may as well just do this bit from scratch, rather than having to adapt something I've already coded once. So, for the curious, I thought I'd post the images I use in my forum signature to advertise my stories posted to Lush. It's been through an evolution, moving to larger banners in the present time, with some of the older banners being smaller. So that's the difference there. Lush doesn't allow oral/genital or genital/genital contact in signatures, so I've had to do some tricky editing to make some of these work. LOL I typically also hide nipples, just because. Click on the thumbnails to see the full-size banner.
  4. Quick preview of "White Knight to Queen's Nook", which will probably go up tomorrow on Lush and SOL. =============== Though he’d hoped for a more exciting evening, beating Harry in a game of chess was at least something. Peter’s hopes had been rather lofty, considering how introverted he was. Having access to the car for the first time while his parents were out of town wasn’t going to change that. It was nice to toot the horn and wave at people he knew, though. There was an undeniable freedom that came with driving yourself, as opposed to being ferried around by your parents. As he walked out to the car, it was hard to miss the flashing red and blue lights a couple of blocks behind Harry’s house. There were no sirens, but the way the sky and buildings he could see were lighting up, he knew there had to be more than one police vehicle on scene. That made him nervous. As he turned to get in the car and hurry home, he was startled by a female voice calling out, “Hey! Hello!†Pete turned around and was surprised to see a blonde woman half-jogging toward him through the yard between Harry’s house and the neighbor’s. She was wearing a short skirt, and a tight top that – despite the darkness – displayed her large, bouncing breasts to good effect. Stunned by her beauty and her unexpected appearance, he froze and stared as she approached. She looked nervous, and glanced behind her just before she reached him. When she turned back, she asked, “Is there any chance you could give me a ride?†“I... Uhm...†he stammered, unable to think with the beautiful woman standing in front of him. His eyes, acting as if they had a will of their own, kept drifting down to her displayed cleavage. She let out an exasperated sigh, and then topped every other shock he’d received in the last minute or two. She grabbed the tail of her top, yanked it upward, and bared her braless breasts for a fraction of a second. “I’ll let you have a good look if you just get me out of here,†she promised while stuffing her tits back in her top. The next thing he knew, he was pulling out his key fob, nodding, and unlocking the doors. The moment the sound announced that the doors were unlocked, she said, “Thanks,†and hurried toward the car. Instead of climbing into the front seat, she instead got in the back, and sprawled out on the back seat. “Hurry,†she pleaded when he didn’t move. On autopilot, with his brain a complete muddle, he walked around to the driver’s side. He looked at her when he climbed in the car to see her waving her hand, indicating that she wanted to go. “Are you in trouble with the police?†he asked as he sat down. “Not as long as you get me out of here,†she hissed from the back seat. “I just...†he began. Before he could gather his thoughts to continue, she said, “Look, I was at a party, and it got busted. I was lucky that I was outside, so I was able to see the cops pulling up and run. I can’t get busted for underage drinking again. That’s it. Just get me out of here. Please.†It was some small comfort that he wasn’t aiding and abetting a felon. Even nerds got into trouble sometimes, so he could sympathize. He started the car and asked, “Where to?â€
  5. Just a few stories that are coming soon. Recording this here as much for me as anything else. LOL Just finished a hot little MILF tale for the Literotica Nude Day contest. It's called "Her Own Skin" and I'll start editing it in a couple of days. With any luck, it will be out there by the end of the week, and everywhere else not long after. I have another in progress. This one is for the Lushstories Summer contest. ( can't remember the exact name ) It's yet another MILF tale called "Hooters" Finally came up with an idea of a short to pair with "His Gift" for the Ebook here on my website. I really didn't feel like writing another straight cuckold/wittol story, so I was at a loss. Then, I realized there was another unfilled category at Lush that meshes up nicely — Femdom. Not sure when I'll start it, as I have a lot of other things on my plate in not only this name, but as Les and Dark as well. It will be called "Her Flock". I think anyone that enjoyed "His Gift" will like it as well, so it's a good pairing for the Ebook on my website. I know many find cuck stories offensive, so this will allow them to skip that Ebook entirely, and not miss anything they might like. Another that is in the planning stage has actually been there for a while. The original concept was simply not coming together, because the setup felt too unrealistic. Yes, coming from someone with the pen name Reject Reality, that's a little strange. LOL In thinking about my unfilled categories at Lush, I realized the basic concept ( the title, specifically ) could work in the Teen category there. So, eventually, "At Heaven's Bate" will by my entry in that category when I get to writing this short, voyeur tale.
  6. A quick preview of my new, upcoming story, "Fill 'Er Up". ================= Liam tossed the empty bag in the garbage can, having filled the windshield wash buckets for the last time. He checked his phone, and saw that he only had five minutes left in his last day. He took his time walking back from the diesel fuel island, burning up one of those five minutes. Tomorrow, his evening would be free. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do with it, truth to be told. He had plans for the weekend, but everyone would be busy on a Thursday night. There were only a few short weeks of freedom before he headed off to college, so he was going to make the most of them. He knew that much. Back inside, the place was filled with conversation and laughter, as it usually was. There were larger truck stops, in more convenient locations, but most of the local truckers all stopped at Mel’s, and word had spread to long-distance drivers. The kitchen was open 24/7, and the food was good. The bathrooms and showers were clean. The shelves were always well stocked. If asked, every one of the truckers would have only considered those amenities an afterthought, though. To a man, they were there to see Flo, Jen, Abbie, or Mel herself. All in their late 30s or early 40s, they were attractive, and flirtatious in the extreme. Redheaded Mel was filling coffee cups in the dining area. She was wearing a pleated skirt, which hid her gorgeous ass, but showed off her equally incredible legs. Her low-cut top revealed ample cleavage, and she made sure to bend down frequently while filling cups, so everyone got a good look. Liam wasn’t excluded from the peeks, or the flirting. No man was. He wasn’t immune, either. The last couple of years, the ladies had charmed him into working long shifts, and coming in on his days off many a time. They all had a place in his spank bank of masturbation fantasies. Mel finished her rounds as Liam walked up to the main counter, where blonde-haired Abbie was entrancing truckers as she rang them up. “There’s our traitor,†Mel teased as she approached. “Leaving us high and dry,†Abbie agreed. She addressed the driver at the counter and said, “He’s quitting on us, running off to college.†“Must be nuts,†the driver said with a grin. “I’d never leave.†Abbie winked and said, “I know you wouldn’t, sugar.†“Tried everything to talk him out of it,†Mel said, stepping in close and wearing a pout. Liam had learned early on that the best way to deal with the flirting was to come right back just as strong. “Everything? I’ve been hearing this promise about wardrobe malfunctions all this time, and I’ve never seen it happen.†“Well, maybe you’re not paying close enough attention,†Mel countered. Liam grinned and shot back, “Oh, I’m paying attention.†The ladies laughed, as did the truckers in line. Abbie said, “Damn, I’m going to miss this one.†“Won’t we all,†Mel agreed. “I should make you stay until the last second, but go ahead back to the office. I’ll be back in a minute to cash your last check for you.†“Thanks,†Liam said, and made his way to the employees only door. Once through the stockroom, he followed the long hallway past the break room, bathrooms, service rooms, and back to Mel’s office. About the time he leaned against the wall next to the office door, Mel came through the door on the opposite end of the hall. She called out, “Be right there, honey,†before turning into the women’s bathroom. Liam pulled out his phone and scrolled through some posts until he saw her emerge once more. Mel strutted his way with a smile on her face. Her every move was a performance – and a grand one. Her hips swayed, making her skirt dance, and her hands glided gracefully at her side. She glanced at him and twitched her eyebrows before unlocking the door. “Have a seat, honey, and I’ll get you paid,†Mel said as she walked around her desk. He closed the door – which automatically locked – sat down, and only then noticed that she had something in her hand. Whatever it was, she deposited it in a desk drawer before sitting down as well. Mel turned on her computer, clicked a few times, and then spun in her chair to access the safe behind her. “We really are going to miss you,†she said while twisting the combination lock dial. “You did such a good job straightening up the back room when you started. Always on time. Never complained.†She paused, looked over her shoulder, and added, “Easy on the eyes.†Liam chuckled. “I’ll be sure to stop by whenever I’m back home.†“You’d better,†Mel said. She reached into the safe, counted out some cash, and then stood. She walked around her desk again, and held out the money with a flourish. He instantly noticed that there was one more hundred dollar bill than he was expecting as he took the cash. He looked up at her with a question in his eyes. “A little bonus,†Mel explained. “Wish it could be more, but you’ve earned it.†“Thanks. I really appreciate it,†Liam said. It was hardly insignificant, as it was about a quarter of his weekly pay. “You’re welcome. Like I said, you earned it.†She then snapped her fingers and said, “You know, I actually do have something else for you.†He couldn’t help but grin as she turned and bent over her desk right in front of him. She was getting in one last tease. She slid open her desk drawer while he admired her butt, and the extra inch of leg her rising skirt revealed. Then it kept rising. Liam stared in stunned amazement as the pleated cloth slid upward. Her rounded ass and bare-shaven pussy were right in front of him, less than a foot away, and they entranced him. When the surprise wore off and he tore his eyes away from her folds, she was looking back over her shoulder, holding up her skirt with one hand, and the thong she’d retrieved from her desk in the other. She let her panties fall back in the drawer, gave her ass a shake, straightened, and turned around. “I did promise a wardrobe malfunction,†she said. “I keep my promises, honey.â€
  7. Are you ready for some weird sex? LOL The second story in my new series "The Ancient Peoples" is only a final text-to-audio listen away from going gold, so I thought I'd post a preview. This is a direct sequel to "Serpentine Destiny" with the same main character, Aris. Though there's a general recap, allowing this story to stand alone, you'll have a much richer experience if you've read the previous story. As I've mentioned in other threads, I consider this series to be loosely connected, and inhabiting the same universe as both my Magic of the Wood series, and my new Fey Folk series. Fairies have shown up in Magic of the Wood. Nymphs are mentioned in Serpentine Destiny. Though they'll likely never directly cross-over, they are part of the same universe. That said, here's a brief preview: =============================== Aris awakened in near pitch blackness. Confused at first by the unfamiliar surroundings, it took him a moment to get his bearings. It was then that he realized what had awakened him. The ring on his finger had grown warm, and was subtly vibrating. He fumbled about in the darkness, located his phone, and tapped the screen to see it was after two a.m. As the screen dimmed, he heard something. The song was beautiful, but haunting, and coming from the direction of Cade and Tabor’s camp. As he listened and wondered, a thought suddenly popped into his head, and he knew it had arisen from the magical ring. Harpies. The song was the song of a Harpy, and his ring was protecting him from its beckoning, charming call. It was also warning him without words not to approach. He was fearful for the two men in the other camp, but if any of the legends were true, there would be little he could do, should he choose to try to help them. The song faded, and his stomach went sour. A dozen grisly possibilities of what could be happening down the trail flitted through his head. He slipped out of his confining sleeping bag, but remained in his tent. After a few minutes, an altogether different sound reached his ears. The moans, whimpers, grunts, and groans could have been something else, but Aris somehow knew they were the sounds of sex. The sounds grew louder, more frequent, and then were punctuated by a series of screeches and primal growls. Afterward, there was silence for a time. Aris slowly and quietly unzipped his tent, and then peeked out in the direction of the other camp. He could see and hear nothing, though his ring remained warm and continued to signal a warning. The heat and warning sensation both increased suddenly. The Harpies had noticed him, and they were approaching. Something told him that the creatures feared fire. He should build up his fire and remain near it. He scrambled from the tent, found his wood pile, and blew on the coals remaining in the fire pit. A sigh of relief escaped him when the fire began to crackle, catching the larger pieces of wood. Not a second too soon. He caught a flash of movement in his peripheral vision. It was little more than a brief vanishing of the stars in the sky above, but it was there. He heard the beating of huge wings, and saw another indistinct, shadowy figure swoop overhead. Aris watched the sky, stirred the fire, and added more wood. A whoosh of air passing over wings sounded – much closer – followed by the sound of something landing on the pine needles and twigs. Aris quickly turned toward the sound, and saw them. The creatures had human female torsos and heads – their small, firm, teardrop shaped breasts bared. Their skin tone was a dark, almost nutty brown. Their lips and nipples were even darker, though with a tinge of red. Their golden eyes reflected the firelight, detracting somewhat from the undeniable beauty of their faces. The one had a long mane of gray hair, though he had a sense it was not the gray of age. The other sported equally long tresses of mixed brown and white strands. What looked like human arms ended at the elbow, replaced by wings. The gray-haired Harpy’s wings were reddish brown on top, but gray and black spotted on the underside. The other had wings with brown tops, and undersides decorated with brown and white spots. Aris thought there had to be magic involved in their ability to fly, because their wings – though impressive – did not seem large enough to actually hold them aloft. Both sported a fan-shaped tail, colored in similar patterns to their wings. Below their absent navels, feathers covered them. From the knees up, these feathers were small, and fluttered in the slight breeze as though downy. At the knee, the feathers grew larger, and stiffer, creating a fringe. At about mid-shin, the feathers vanished, replaced by the scaly, three-toed feet of a bird, with impressive black talons.
  8. Here's a quick preview of my new, kinky story, "Smooth Operator" that just went in the queue at all three sites. =========================== Straight to voicemail. Jason ended the call without leaving a message and sighed. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, he silently chided himself. Of course, he couldn’t have known that Sheila would react the way she did. He never would have guessed that revealing his shaving kink would freak her out. Obviously, it had. The look on her face had spoken louder than words. He’d told her to forget he brought it up, and she said it was fine, but then said she wasn’t feeling well and went home not long after. She hadn’t answered a text or phone call since. Alternately mad at her and himself, he’d tossed and turned all night, and then spent most of the morning pacing through the apartment. His phone rang, and he looked to see it was Sheila. Nervously, he answered, “Hello.†“Hi.†After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “Are you okay?†“I... I don’t know.†“I’m sorry. Just forget I ever brought it up,†he apologized. “I can’t. I just... I never thought you would... It’s just so weird.†“It’s not important. It’s just a silly fantasy. It’s not like it’s something I need.†She sighed, and after a pause, said, “I’m sorry I haven’t been answering. I need some time.†“Are you breaking up with me?†he asked. “No. Of course not. I’ll text you, okay?†“Sheila...†“I’m sorry. I just can’t even right now.†“Okay. I...†he trailed off before finishing with love you because the line went dead. He looked at the display in disbelief and muttered, “Are you fucking kidding me?†He tossed his phone on the couch in irritation. It only got worse a couple of hours later. He hadn’t been out or spoken to anyone about the whole affair, but text messages and phone calls from his friends checking in on him confirmed that word had gotten out. Nobody had yet mentioned what had started the whole thing, but then again, he doubted any of them would be callous enough to do so if they had heard. At least word that he didn’t want to talk about it spread just as quickly, and people left him alone. By the time evening rolled around, he was too emotionally exhausted to be anxious or angry, and ended up sitting on the couch in the dark, half-listening to music. A knock on the door broke his reverie. He remained on the couch, afraid it was another friend coming over to check on him. Even worse, it could be Sheila. He was in no frame of mind to make up with her after she’d aired their dirty laundry to at least one person with a big mouth. He needed a little time. At least a chance to try to sleep on it. A second knock sounded, and he reluctantly got up. The music playing made it fairly obvious he was home. No matter who was at the door, not answering it was probably going to make it worse. When he opened the door, his brow furrowed, because it was nobody he expected. It was Sheila’s younger sister, Jamie. “So, my sister’s being a real bitch, huh?†Jamie said by way of greeting. He stood staring, wondering why she was there. It was unlikely Sheila had sent her, because the siblings didn’t get along very well. Jamie grinned and chuckled before asking, “Can I come in?†“Uhm... Yeah. I guess.†He let her in – still perplexed. Jamie barely waited for the door to close before she started in. “I knew something was up when Sheila came home to do laundry this morning. She was acting all weird. So, I kind of eavesdropped on her when she was on the phone.†He watched her sit down on the arm of the couch, and at a loss for what to do, remained where he was. He asked, “Do you know who she was talking to?†She shrugged. “No clue. Anyways, she said you had a thing for watching a girl shave her pussy. Creeped her out, I guess.†Jason involuntarily groaned and reached up to rub his temples. Even though he assumed that had gotten out as well, hearing it confirmed was another thing. Jamie continued without missing a beat. “Like I said, she’s being a real bitch. I don’t think it’s creepy. It’s kind of hot, actually. I’ll do it for you.†His hand fell to his side, his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He gave a shake of his head and asked, “What?†“I said, I’ll do it for you. I think it’s hot.†With that, she reached into her purse, pulled out a lady’s razor, and twirled it in the air. “Nobody else ever has to know.â€
  9. A quick preview of "Coming In Third". Will likely go up at SOL and Lush tomorrow, with a release at Lit whenever they get around to it LOL It's been pretty inconsistent there lately. ================================== Dave caught up with his friends’ go-carts when they slowed down after finishing the race, and prepared himself. “Getting rusty, there,†was Will’s first jibe. Carl opened with, “Coming in third isn’t bad.†“Except when there’s only three,†Will finished. Dave grinned and shook his head. “Ha ha. Excuse me for getting a real job and not spending all my weekends here, like you two losers.†“Losers? Weren’t you paying attention? We won,†Carl taunted. “Speaking of paying,†Will said. “You’ll be paying for lunch, I believe.†Dave pulled off his helmet. “You see, that’s where I win. If I’d beaten you idiots, I’d be eating lunch off the dollar menu at McDonalds. At least this way, I get a decent meal.†“Yeah, yeah, moneybags,†Carl teased. The three had fallen into the easy comradery almost instantly, despite not having seen each other in five years. They continued to joke and taunt each other as they returned the go-carts, and all the way to the diner Will and Carl had chosen for their victory meal. Having just finalized a bitter divorce, it was exactly what Dave needed to lift his spirits. He knew why they had chosen the diner and not Red Lobster the moment they walked into the place. All the servers were hot young girls. Hardly one to argue with that choice, he enjoyed the scenery while they ate and caught up. Their server was a strawberry blonde with big tits, and she brushed up against him more than once during her frequent stops at their table. She was flirting for tips, but she was also giving great service, so it was going to work on him. “Anything else I can do for you?†she asked on her next stop. “Thanks, but I think we’re good,†Dave said. “You can bring the check.†“Back in a jiff,†she answered before strutting back to the counter. “There’s something she can do for me. Damn,†Will muttered. “You know, I hate you sometimes, Dave. Bet you could be in her pants in three seconds if you wanted.†Dave shrugged, put on an exaggerated expression of confidence, and said, “What can I say?†“Asshole,†Will chuckled. Then Carl asked, “Do you know who that is?†Dave and Will both shook their heads. “That’s Amy Farber’s daughter, Caitlin,†Carl explained. In an instant, the nagging sense of recognition that had struck Dave the moment she walked over to the table made sense. “Oh, shit,†Will said. “Amy Farber. You banged her and her mom.†It was the incident that had forever cemented Dave’s reputation as the biggest player in town, all those years ago. He had dated Amy for a couple of months, and they’d gotten into an argument over something he couldn’t remember, resulting in her breaking up with him. That night, he’d happened upon her hot mom exiting a bar, and one thing had led to another. Amy had shown up at his place to apologize just as her mother was leaving with an unmistakable, freshly-fucked look about her. Carl said, “Just turned eighteen five days ago.†Dave said, “Damn, Carl. Keeping track, are you?†They all chuckled briefly, but stifled it and tried to look natural because Caitlin was returning to the table. She handed over the check, and Dave wrote down a thirty-five percent tip before handing it back, along with his credit card. Caitlin’s eyes – and her smile – both widened when she took the check back to the counter. “Give her your number?†Will asked. “As if I need the drama of an eighteen-year-old,†Dave answered. “Got enough of that from my ex-wife.†“What drama?†Carl asked suggestively. “You’re only in town for the weekend. A day of drama for a piece of that sounds like a good deal.†They all laughed, and Dave couldn’t resist a good look at her swaying ass when she left the table after returning his card, but messing around with a barely legal teenager was not in his game plan for the weekend. Heading back to Carl’s house for a couple of beers was.
  10. Here's a quick, barely edited preview of "Pot Head" ========================= Rob rolled up to his parents’ house and pushed his mountain bike into the shadows by the porch. With his younger sister soon to turn eighteen and heading off to college in the fall, his parents were milking her remaining time at home for all it was worth. This week, it was a ski trip to Colorado. He was going to take advantage of every moment he could. Unfortunately, his weird work schedule meant that he was flying solo, but it wasn’t all bad. He’d scored two primo joints, and after a long frustrating work week, mellowing out in one of his parents’ deck chairs and staring at the stars was just the ticket. The nearest neighbor was well out of sniffing distance, so he didn’t have to worry about that either. Of course, it was still best if nobody noticed him, so he didn’t have to use his prepared excuse if his parents asked. To that end, he unlocked the door and headed through the house. There was just enough light filtering through the curtains from the security lights to guide his way through the still-familiar environs, so he didn’t bother turning on a light. He reached the sliding glass door at the back and was about to open it when he heard the murmur of voices. “Holy shit,†he muttered under his breath. There in the hot tub were three of his sister’s friends, passing a joint around, and they were all topless. He hadn’t seen any of them for more than a few seconds – and at a distance – since leaving for college. What a difference four years had made. Despite the changes, he knew them all instantly. Trish had let her dark brown hair grow out, and it looked good on her. What looked even better were her tits. They were big enough to make a man do a double take, but even without support, they stood firm and proud. In contrast, Renee had cut her red hair shorter. As with Trish, he liked the change. Her tits were smaller, but they were perfect teardrops, and oh-so perky. Becca had won the boob lottery. Her tits hung heavy, but gravity hadn’t had much time to take a toll in the few years since they’d sprouted. She was a year younger than his sister, and her features framed by her brown hair still had a touch of girlishness to them. That was all he could see in the dim light from a distance, but it was more than enough to cause a significant stir in his shorts. A dozen thoughts flitted through his head in the space of a heartbeat, and he seized on one of them. The girls had frequently been brats to him in the many sleep-overs with his sister. He smiled as he thought he had the perfect means of revenge, and a chance for a bit closer look. Decision made, he slid open the door. The girls were so engrossed in their quiet conversation that they didn’t notice him for three full steps. When Trish caught sight of him, the others saw her panic and reacted as well. Rob couldn’t help but grin as the three rushed to hide their tits and the joint. Becca, who had been holding the joint when he exited, was at a disadvantage. She had to hang the joint over the back of the hot tub, and she had a lot more to hide. He was still getting a fair eyeful of her as he walked over to a deck chair. One detail made the situation even sweeter. The girls had stripped next to one of the other deck chairs, and it was far enough away that they couldn’t reach their clothes without climbing out of the tub. Trish was the one to speak up. “What are you doing here?†Rob chuckled and gave them an incredulous look. “I used to live here, and I still have a key. The question is how you got in here.†The three glanced at each other, and some silent communication passed between them. Renee then answered, “Tracy snuck us the key to the back gate.†“You’re not going to rat us out, are you?†Becca asked while pulling her arm from behind the tub. It revealed the joint, but let her slip her exposed breast beneath the water. “Nah,†Rob said as he sat down, and then reclined on one of the deck chairs. The move eliminated the view, but offered a chance of more, if he played his cards right. “Smells like skunkweed.†“Are you just going to sit there?†Trish asked. Rob grinned and said, “I just got comfortable. Think I’ll relax for a while.†With that, he pulled out one of his joints, gave it a sniff, and then reached in his pocket for a lighter. At the revelation of the joint, the scowls decorating the girls’ faces faded. A quiet conference ensued while Rob lit up his blunt. Renee was the one to ask, “Any chance you might share that? We only had the one for all three of us, and like you said, it wasn’t very good.†Rob slowly exhaled, and then said, “Damn, that’s the good shit. I might, if someone wants to come over and take a hit.â€
  11. Here's a quick preview of a story that's been almost complete for quite some time, but which I'd abandoned. When I looked at it last weekend, I had no idea why I'd given up on it. LOL It will be part of a new series of stories featuring the Fey, along with "Sylph Esteem" and others to come. ========================== Diane walked into the front room of her apartment, blinking the sleep out of her eyes and smoothing her fingers through her blonde locks. After three weeks of a hard push at work, she finally had a long weekend as a reward, and she was determined not to sleep it away. That didn’t mean she was awake enough to start breakfast, though. She picked up the remote to the television and sat down. A moment later, she screamed when the couch suddenly tilted forward, and to the left. Upon catching her balance – and her breath – she muttered, “What the hell?†Sure enough, when she got down on her knees and looked, one of the legs had broken off the couch. The last couple of weeks had been filled with such small disasters. The day before, the showerhead had fallen off as soon as she turned on the water. The coffee maker had fallen victim to the curse the day before that. From broken heels to leaking pens, it had seemed as if the world was conspiring to drive her even crazier while she battled exhaustion from work. Well, I’m awake now, she thought. The fright had chased the last vestiges of drowsiness from her in a split second, so off to the kitchen she went. After breakfast, there was one task that couldn’t be ignored any longer. She’d put on her last pair of comfortable panties before going to bed. There were a few racier garments left in the drawer, but those were for special occasions, and not everyday use. The laundry needed to be taken care of before she could truly begin to enjoy her long weekend. She carefully checked the hoses on the washer before turning it on. A loose one spraying water everywhere had been the first of the string of disasters, and she really didn’t want a repeat of that. Once the first load was in, she returned to the front room to see if there was anything she could do about the couch while she waited on the washer. Along the way, the sight of a package sitting on the table changed her mind. It was from her grandmother, and had arrived while she was at work the day before. Curiosity overwhelmed her. She picked it up and took it to a chair, where she sat down slowly, wary of a repeat of the couch trying to dump her in the floor. The tape yielded to her nails without much trouble, and the first thing she saw was a handwritten note from her grandmother. When I called the other day and you told me about your string of bad luck, I knew you would need this. Keep an open mind and trust your grandmother, Diane. Blessed be, the note read. Though the family didn’t speak of it, everyone knew that her grandmother practiced Wicca, and had picked up the craft from her own mother, who had in turn learned it from her mother. Diane’s aunt and mother had broken the long-running string, but her grandmother had been trying to influence her for years in hopes of reviving the family tradition in the next generation. Diane shook her head and chuckled while she looked to see what else was inside. Beneath the note were several purple cloth-wrapped bundles. Each had a D stitched into it with silver thread, facing upward, demonstrating that they were gifts meant for her to keep. When she unfolded the first, she found a white candle that her grandmother had no doubt made herself. She could smell vanilla and other enticing scents when she brought the candle to her nose. The remaining bundles were three similar candles as well as four brass holders. Upon removing all the candles, Diane saw the lid of a beautifully carved wooden box with a silver latch and hinges. As with the cloth wraps, her initial was carved into the center of the lid. Inside the shallow box, sitting on a purple velvet cushion, were five white crystals. They were semi-transparent, and caught flickering rainbows of light within their facets. The box was beautiful, and the candles smelled wonderful, so she appreciated the gift, even if not in the way her grandmother had intended. In the very bottom of the box was a thin, hand-bound book. It was a little larger than a hardcover novel, and the binding was covered in purple cloth stitched with strange symbols on the borders, surrounding her initial in the middle. Diane lifted the book from the box, opened it, and gasped in surprise. The last thing she’d ever have expected to see in a gift from her grandmother was a detailed drawing of a naked man. Of course, it wasn’t just any naked man. His skin was a rosy, magenta color for one thing. He also had horns and pointed ears sticking out of long, black hair. Despite these strange features, he had a handsome face and a lean, muscled body. His unusually large penis was drawn erect, and flowers in a vase next to him seemed to be there to indicate a scale of perhaps two inches high. At the top of the page, in flowing, calligraphic script was the word Gremlins.
  12. Had a power outage. When it came back on, I went to open back up Wordperfect and SOTM Ch. 20. I happened to spot something I'd abandoned during my yearlong hiatus because I wasn't happy with it. Like so many things I abandoned during that period, when I read through it, I couldn't figure out what I thought was wrong with it back then. It was nearly complete, so I wrote an ending for it, and the first draft is done. It's called "Little Fuckers" and will be the second in a new ( always planned ) series of stories about the Fey. The subjects of this story aren't sprites, pixies, or fairies, like "Sylph Esteem" though. They're gremlins. Even though there's no direct connection, I've always felt that these stories inhabit the same universe as the Magic of the Wood series. This one should be coming sometime next week. It will have plenty of time to simmer before editing by the time my days off get here. I'll likely post a preview sometime this weekend. Probably half done with another quickie for Lush as well. It will probably show up next weekend too ( As RR. "Little Fuckers" will be a Les Lumens tale ) So, keep your eyes open!
  13. Here's a quick preview of "Quite Neighborly", which should come out either Thursday or Friday morning this week. ===================================== The wind gusted as Wendy climbed out of her car. She closed her eyes against the strands of auburn hair trying to fly into them, and then smoothed back the tresses when the wind abated. All the work she’d done this morning had been destroyed in a few seconds, but she wasn’t troubled. She was returning home without dread, which was still a novel enough experience for her to ignore the little disasters. It had started with her first roommate in college, and continued on to the apartment complex she’d just vacated. For well over a decade, she’d been saddled with neighbors that ran the gamut from irritating gossip all the way up to drug dealers. Coming home had held some degree of apprehension for her ever since the day she’d moved out of her parents’ house. Until now. “Bit of a breeze out here,†Mr. Davidson called from next door where he sat on his porch, drinking coffee. Wendy returned the retiree’s smile and answered, “Just a bit.†“The missus baked some cookies, and she told me to ask if you wanted some.†She chuckled. “I do, but I’ve already cheated on my diet enough the last couple of days.†“Diet,†he scoffed. “Why, you’re thin as a rail.†“And it takes a lot of work to stay that way,†she answered back. “Well, if you change your mind, just drop on by.†“I will. Tell Bernice I said thank you.†“Will do.†After waving a farewell, Wendy climbed the porch steps to the house. Opening the door to see her new living room set was something else that still gave her a touch of giddy euphoria. Her recent promotion had allowed her to leave the apartment life behind at long last. Frugal living had allowed her to fill it with everything she’d always wanted – within reason. She dropped her purse and keys on a small, round table near the door that she’d purchased for exactly that reason, and then stepped out of her heels. A sigh of relief had barely escaped her when the doorbell rang. Having received a text message from her other next-door neighbor while she was at work, she had a good idea who had rung the bell. Charlotte was wearing a wide smile and ignoring the wind doing a number on her long brunette hair when Wendy opened the door. She was holding the package she’d mentioned in her text. “Can you believe the delivery man thought tossing your welcome mat over it was good enough?†Charlotte asked as she held out the package. Wendy accepted her delivery and said, “Thanks for picking it up for me.†“I mean, it’s a nice neighborhood, but still. Anyway, is that what I think it is?†the brunette asked with a sparkle in her eyes. Wendy’s cheeks warmed, but she nodded in acknowledgment. It was Charlotte who had recommended the vibrator, after all. They’d already discussed it in far more intimate detail. “You’re going to love it. Trust me,†Charlotte said. “I have lasagna in the oven, so I need to run.†The two exchanged their farewells, and then Wendy took her package to the bedroom. She sat it on the nightstand, but as she turned to walk to the kitchen to see about her own dinner, a flash of movement caught her eye. Through the part in the curtain, she could see someone in the back yard next door. Despite a twinge of guilt, she stepped toward the window for a better look. She peeked out through the curtain and a shiver ran through her. Charlotte’s husband Jason was hard at work, edging with the weed-eater, wearing nothing but a grass-stained pair of shoes and denim shorts. His muscular body glistened with sweat in the sunlight, looking positively godlike. His skin wasn’t the only thing that was damp after a few seconds of watching him. Wendy shivered again as she dragged herself away from the vision. It didn’t help that Charlotte had described what the shorts were covering and how well he used it. The brunette was utterly shameless when it came to anything sexual. Wendy’s gaze drifted toward the box on the nightstand, but after a quick shake of her head, she continued to the kitchen, instead. Though she felt guilty about admiring her neighbor’s husband, it was one more thing that made every day a beautiful day in her new neighborhood. **** One of the many perks of Wendy’s new position was the ability to work from home on occasion. When trying out her new toy had resulted in a late night – and numerous orgasms – she decided to take advantage of that perk for the first time the next morning. Though she had worried about distractions and lack of motivation while working at home, she found that the opposite was true. She had fewer distractions from co-workers, and the time she didn’t spend putting on makeup, fixing her hair, dressing, and commuting ended up putting her ahead of schedule. By noon, she was waiting for others in the office to catch up before she could continue. Relaxing on the couch to have lunch was far more pleasant than the break room at work, and being able to stick to casual clothing was a dream. By the time she finished up at two o’clock, she had determined that she was going to skip the trip into the office more often. Having heard the lawn service pack up a few minutes earlier, she stepped out into the back yard to inspect their work. The previous week, they had skimped on the edging, and she wanted to make sure they had lived up to their promise to correct that error. Everything looked good, so she walked back toward the house, contemplating what she might do with the unexpected free time. It was then that she saw Charlotte in the window. On the verge of waving, she was surprised to see someone else step into view. He was blond, handsome, and looked to be college age – easily fifteen years their junior, if not closer to twenty. Before she could even begin to wonder who he was, Charlotte reached out and cupped her hand between the young man’s legs. Wendy gasped in shock and disbelief. Her fight or flight instinct kicked in, and she hurried toward the back door. Just before reaching it, she glanced back toward her neighbor’s window and saw Charlotte looking her way. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, but it was enough. After closing the door behind her, Wendy leaned against it and sighed. In a fraction of a second, her idyllic new life had crashed on the rocks. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have never believed Charlotte would cheat on her husband. She couldn’t imagine why, either. Her neighbor had nothing but praise for her husband, both in and out of the bedroom. She was still reeling when the doorbell rang. In a panic, she remained at the back door, not sure what to do. The bell rang a second time, and she forced herself to move. With every step through the house, she prayed that it wasn’t Charlotte at the door. Her hopes were dashed.
  14. I've got a few stories on the back burner. No clue which ones will get moved to the front, whether they'll stay there until done, etc. "Quick N' Dirty Fix" is a Milf office sex tale. Most of the setup was done long ago, but I abandoned it when the transition into the sex wasn't going smoothly. The last time I picked it up recently, that transition wasn't working out any better for me. "Quite Neighborly" is a group sex tale. I'd already written the setup quite some time ago, and made the transition into the sex. All this one needs is to finish what will be a long sex scene. I'm trying to get every first letter represented by every pen name, and I was missing Q as RR LOL So, there have been a couple started. Eventually one of them will finish and fill in that alphabetical gap. "Three Cheers" is a quickie triple blowjob story. Still in the concept stage. "Jessica's Rabbit Hole" is about a woman from the neighborhood named Jessica Coney. Redhead, hot, last name means "rabbit". Naturally, everyone called her "Jessica Rabbit". Unfortunately for all the guys drooling over her, she was a lesbian. Our protagonist has been friends with her since fifth grade. He's about to find out there are some few and far between, very specific exceptions to her lesbian status. "Air T-N-A" is a exhibitionist voyeur story. There's this incredible house that's available as a resort, but only by invitation, and only to hot young women. The place is absolutely filled with cameras. The price drops and the perks increase with nudity. "At Heaven's Bate" is about an aspiring filmmaker and a neighborhood girl he's always crushed on, but never asked out. When she wants to make a masturbation video and comes to him... Still in concept stage. "Reel to Real" is about a guy who used to do porn years ago, and since he got divorced, he's had to go back into the biz to make ends meet. The best paying jobs for a man his age are father-daughter porn. The title probably gives away the rest. I've got several different concepts running for another incest tale, all quite similar. I'm fiddling with each of them, trying to figure out which one will eventually flow. One is girlfriend introducing his mother. One is middle-aged brother and sister renewing an incest relationship from college, only to find out his daughter and sister have been at it too. Another is girlfriend bringing his sister into the fun. Depending upon which one flies, how long it is, etc., any of those could end up as a Les story. Currently, I'm working on "Quite Neighborly" whenever I take a break from SOTM as Dark.
  15. Here's a quick preview of "Something Afoot". Obviously, since I just finished the first draft, this is completely unedited. ================================ I had just pulled up to the apartment I shared with my sister after a trip to the grocery store when I got a text from her. I shut off the car and checked the text before climbing out. “I know it’s so weird, but don’t forget my tampons. Please?†I shook my head and chuckled. Little did she know that my ex-girlfriend had broken me of that phobia. It seemed that every other month she would run out, and I’d have to go to the store for her, to an aisle no man should ever venture into. Other than the sex, it was probably the only good thing to come out of the relationship. “Already have them. Just got home from the store,†I texted back. “Sorry to make you go through that, but thank you.†The store was out of her way coming home from college, but something else wasn’t. “As long as you pick up the free pizza on my account, and it counts as my turn cooking, we’re even.†“Done. I should be home by five.†That saved me from having to make something for dinner that evening. Happy with the outcome, I gathered up the eight bags of groceries on one arm, and headed for the apartment. Unlocking the door proved an adventure as usual, but I was determined not to make more than one trip. It was a matter of male pride, and doubly necessary because I’d just bought tampons for my sister. The place was clean, which was the big plus since Becky had moved in with me. In her last year of college, she was tired of the dorm life. I had an extra room, couldn’t stand the thought of her having to move back in at home, and I’d always got along with her, so her cleaning up and pitching in when she could worked out for us. Of course, we were both between relationships at that point. I wasn’t looking forward to the weirdness that was sure to happen when one or the other of us hooked up. Once the groceries were put away, I kicked back and enjoyed my reprieve from cooking duties by watching the last couple of episodes of a series I’d started binge-watching over the previous weekend. Becky would have been pissed if she found out that I watched them without her, but I wasn’t dumb enough to let her find out. The credits rolled with five minutes to spare, and I looked forward to playing it cool when we watched the shocking conclusion together in a couple of days. Sis arrived with the pizza, and I flipped the box open almost as soon as it hit the coffee table in front of the couch. “Pig,†she teased as I took the first bite. “Nag,†I answered with a mouthful of pizza. She made a gagging sound and said, “Gross.†The doorbell rang, and before I had time to wonder who it could be, Becky explained, “Vera’s coming over to borrow a book.†That was one of the disadvantages of living with my sister – the regular stream of her hot little coed friends dropping by. Becky and I had made an agreement years before, while still living at home, that dating each other’s friends was off limits. So the parade of hotties was nothing more than cruel temptation. Vera was a particular weakness. The redhead was a year older than Becky, and had a smoking hot body. She also loved to flirt with me, knowing I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew I was in extra deep trouble when Becky opened the door to reveal Vera in a pencil skirt, open-front jacket, heels, and stockings. She looked incredible – classy and sexy – but it was the stockings that were the real kicker. I’ve got a serious thing for stockings and feet. Don’t ask me why, because I couldn’t tell you if I tried. There was no denying it, though. “So, how is it going at the new job?†Becky asked as she let Vera in. It was all I could do to eat my pizza and feign disinterest as the redhead’s heels clicked on the tile in front of the door. Vera answered, “Not too bad. I’ve made a couple of friends, and haven’t screwed anything up yet.†I’d been waiting for it, and sure enough, she turned toward me. “Hey, Andy. Have you been hitting the gym?†she asked, and then made a sultry meowing sound. I rolled my eyes, feigning indifference, and said, “Hello, Vera.†“God,†Becky laughed, and then said, “Come on,†while walking toward her room. “I just want to borrow him for a few minutes. Or maybe an hour. Or two,†the redhead said as she followed my sister. It earned her a playful slap as they walked in the door, followed by them both breaking out into laughter. Yep, Vera is pure evil. The book changed hands, and Vera left, but not before blowing a kiss to me on her way out the door. “She only does that because it embarrasses you,†Becky said when she plopped down on the couch and grabbed a slice of pizza. “It doesn’t bother me, so she’s wasting her time,†I lied. “Oh, that’s why your ears are as red as stop signs, huh?†Maybe I should amend that to women are evil. Even – or maybe especially – sisters.
  16. Here's a quick preview of "A Helping Hand". It's the second story in the new series of Celes shorts, and will probably post sometime today or tomorrow. ============================= Celes writhed and whimpered as she neared her peak, her fingers flashing between her legs. Next to her in the bed, Anna did the same. “Yes! Yes!” Anna cried out, and then suddenly screamed to the ceiling above. The sound of her friend coming set Celes off as well. Her scream joined Anna’s, echoing back from the walls. The pair thrashed on the bed, riding the tide of euphoric release until it slowly ebbed. They looked at each other’s flushed faces at the same time and broke out into weak laughter. Ever since Anna had taught her how to reach her peak, the two had masturbated together at every opportunity. They quickly discovered that the feeling was even more amazing when they could voice their pleasure. At Celes’ house on the edge of town, there was nobody to overhear them, allowing them to indulge in that wonderful addition – and not just at night. The two friends panted for breath in the afterglow of their orgasms, bathed in the light of the rising sun. Finally, Anna sighed and said, “I suppose we should wash up and get started.” Quite reluctantly, Celes nodded, and the two climbed out of bed. While they washed and dressed, Celes was struck by something she hadn’t felt since her parents died. The house felt like home with Anna there. Everything still reminded her of her parents, but Anna’s presence dulled the pain. Anna tugged at her dress and hefted her bosom, trying to get the heavy globes to settle into a relatively comfortable position. Then she said, “Ready?” “Aye,” Celes answered with a smile, and the two set out – Anna to her chores, and Celes to collect the laundry of neighbors, which she washed and mended to make her way in the world.
  17. Here's an unedited preview of "The Right Touch" which will be a website exclusive, and part of a quartet of stories ( + 1 separate, dark chapter ) going into detail of Celes' explanation to Danica of how she came to understand and accept her sexuality. ================= The evening was warm, though the sun was sinking toward the horizon. Two dark-haired young women sat on a bench, joining many others their age in the ritual dance of courtship. Celes offered a shy smile to the young man looking at her from across the darkening square. She had a hard time not breaking out into laughter, but practice makes perfect, and she maintained the illusion. She saw him smile back just as she turned to her friend Anna. “You’ll have that one coming to talk to you soon,” Anna whispered using her uncanny ability to talk with only the slightest movement of her lips. She was busy fluttering her eyelashes at another boy. Celes was of two minds about that possibility. The game of flirting with boys was fun, and she had to admit that when one of them showed interest in her, it made her feel tingly all over. She was hardly ignorant of what that feeling was or what the boys wanted, but the prospect of exploring further was still quite frightening to her. Fortunately – or perhaps unfortunately – the young man couldn’t summon up the courage to come talk to her just yet. The object of Anna’s flirtations seemed likewise skittish. The setting sun slowly surrendered to fluttering torchlight, prompting a few couples to seek the shadows created. Still others abandoned the square entirely. “It’s as if they never learn,” Anna said, and then giggled. “Yesterday, I...” Celes followed her friend’s gaze as Anna trailed off, and her breath caught in her chest. Tamaris was the son of a wealthy trader from a faraway land. Unlike the boys of her village who were desperately trying to grow the beards that decorated the faces of their elders, he was clean-shaven. It made him appear exotic and younger than his years. Celes was entranced by and frightened of him at the same time. Anna’s feelings about him were far clearer. One night when Celes had been at home sick, Tamaris had sought her friend out and aggressively pressed himself on her. Feeling threatened, she had run home. When he glanced at them and offered a roguish smile, Anna’s features hardened. “Why don’t we go back to your house?” Celes offered. Anna nodded, keeping her hard gaze fixed on Tamaris as she stood. He chuckled and made his way toward an older blonde girl. Celes took her friend’s hand as they walked and said, “Just forget him.” Anna smiled. “I already have.”
  18. Here's a brief, unedited preview of "Facing Destiny", which takes place when Darkni is about 20 years old. ====================================== The inn where the workmen of his father’s business were staying was a far cry from the well-appointed one where his own rooms were. The smell of cheap pipe weed and stale sweat lingered beneath the aroma of whatever was cooking for the evening. Through the dim lighting and haze of smoke, he spotted Ernest sitting at a corner table and crossed the creaking floor boards to join him. The man was one of his father’s wagon drivers, and was only rarely pressed into other service while on a business trip, freeing up his time. Darkni sat down, doing his best to drop the cultured tongue to which he had grown accustomed for the benefit of his more plainspoken conspirator. “Any luck?” he asked. “Yep,” Ernest answered. He then nodded toward the bar. “You’ll need to order something. I can already see the bartender giving you the evil eye.” “We can’t have that, can we?” Darkni turned and signaled a barmaid. He thought that she must have been quite pretty before hard work and long hours had hardened her. She was still curvy and attractive, but the bloom was certainly off the rose. From the crude words and gestures of the other patrons as she passed, it appeared the clientele still found her fetching. “What can I get you?” she asked with a thoroughly false tone and even falser smile of congeniality. Darkni pulled a silver coin from his purse and saw her eyes widen. “Bring me a cup of your finest wine, and you may keep what remains for yourself.” “Our finest isn’t all that good,” she warned. A flirtatious note crept into her voice when she added, “I can make sure the bartender doesn’t water it down and puts it in a clean cup for you, though.” “That will do,” he said as he held up the coin for her to take. She did so, making sure to let her fingers brush his. A genuine – if somewhat calculating – smile decorated her face as she turned and strutted back toward the bar with her hips swaying. “If you want to bed her, you just bought her,” Ernest said. “She won’t see that much from the whole of this lot all night. Might steal your purse while you’re all knackered, though.” He took a long look at her behind and said, “Think it would be worth it.” Darkniciad chuckled. “My father would faint if I even thought about it.” “True that.” “The shop?” Darkni enquired. Ernest tore his eyes away from the barmaid. “Place didn’t even have a sign. I asked about those herbs, and when he had those, I asked about the others. He got a bit antsy then, but I slipped him that coin you gave me and he brightened right up. Said he had a book, too.” The workman gave the slightest of nods, indicating that someone was approaching. Darkni glanced that way and saw the barmaid carrying his cup. “Here you are,” she said as she sat the cup down and stood in such a way as to display her womanly charms quite prominently. “Fresh bottle, only opened a few minutes ago. Just long enough for it to breathe.” “You know your craft. I thank you, my dear,” Darkni said as he lifted his cup. He took a sip, and while it was a relatively poor wine compared to his usual fare, it was passable. “This will do nicely.” She batted her eyelashes at him and said, “If you need anything, just ask for Milli.” “I will keep that in mind, Milli.” Once again she strutted as she left the table. Ernest let out a quiet whistle once she was out of hearing range. “Yep,” he said, “She’s yours for the askin’. Anyway, he had a book, and he let me see it. It was like you said to look for. The words almost looked like they were crawling on the page. Made my head hurt.” Darkniciad sat up a little straighter and leaned in at the description. “It had about fifty pages, and they all had that writing on them. There was some regular writing here and there, but I couldn’t make much more sense out of it than the spidery stuff. A little bigger than the size of your hand.” It had all the hallmarks of a traveling spellbook, and the number of pages presented a good probability of spells that were new to his studies. Darkni asked, “Was he willing to allow me to visit at such a late hour?” “He didn’t seem happy about it, but he said yes, so long as he knows you’re coming beforehand.” “Then let him know I will be there this evening. I should go and be seen somewhere my father expects me,” Darkniciad said as he pushed his chair back. “You’re going to break her heart,” his conspirator said, and then chuckled. “Well then,” Darkni said, and fished into his purse. He retrieved a coin of the same size as the one he’d given to the barmaid and pushed it to Ernest. “When you return, you could test your theory about the value of that coin in her eyes. You’ve certainly earned it.” He picked up the coin. “Doubt it’s worth half as much in my grubby fingers, but it might be worth just enough.” “Good luck.” With that, Darkni took his leave. As he moved toward the door, he noticed that Ernest’s prediction was bearing fruit. The barmaid’s shoulders slumped at the sight of him leaving. He felt a stirring in his loins as he considered that his conspirator’s other suggestion might also be true and he could bed the woman if he would only stay and let her take him home. But, if his father learned of such a liaison, it would jeopardize something far more important. He would almost certainly be left tending the business at home during these trips, rather than having the opportunity to seek out new magic. With just such a possibility on the horizon, he suppressed the swell of ardor with planning. There was much of that to be done.
  19. I just added a new data point to the Danica timeline that wasn't a new story for the first time in a long time. 868: Cantel Bellows, known as Dark Obsidian, breaks his magical staff in Obsidian tower as a last act of defiance against heroes come to end his reign of power. The resulting magical explosion creates the Great Crater. I needed to pin this down before writing the last scene of "Facing Destiny". What's not on the timeline yet, and won't be unless I decide to delve deeper into Dark Obsidian's history than I plan, is that he was well over 100 years old at the time of his death. I'm thinking around 120. For close to a hundred years, he was a force of terror and near unlimited power in what would become Egoria, Draxnia, Freeland, The Western Baronies, and other surrounding lands. Little did the heroes who took him down know that they were paving the path for Draxnog to rise. There are significant changes to the PnP history of the character. In that continuity, he was Darkni's grandfather. Now, he's a many times great grandfather because it makes sense for the crater to have been there far longer. He also originally carried the same surname, but I decided to have the family change it to Softspake for the stories. I thought Bellows was a nice counterpoint to Softspake. I've also sketched out the details of what made him go off the rails to become Dark Obsidian. Some of that will be revealed in another Darkni history story. Darkni is about 20 years older than the rest of the companions, by the way. So because Destiny is an early story in his life, it's going to be way up the timeline from everyone else's history stories. Okay. Now that I'm done with that, back to writing
  20. Yep, I finally finished something after all this time. It was only about five minutes ago when I typed the last word, so this is naturally unedited. I'll let it simmer for a couple of days, and then begin the editing process. If I had to guess, I'd say it will probably come out week after next, due to my work schedule, time to get it edited, and timing the release for a decent day. Without further ado, here's "A Fine Substitute". ========================================= I had just stepped out of the shower after work when I heard my phone announce a message. I grabbed a towel, dried off one arm, and tapped the screen. What I saw brought a wide smile to my face. “Bored and horny. Come over?†the message read. Natalie and I had been friends with benefits for a couple of years. The sex was great, and it was easier than trying to play the dating game or find someone to hook up with all the time. We both had hectic schedules between college and part-time jobs, so it worked perfectly for both of us. “On my way,†I answered, and then hurried to dry off and dress. A few minutes later, I jumped in the car and headed to her house. There were two cars in the driveway when I parked in front of the house, and one of them belonged to Nat’s mom. At any other girl’s house, it would have been either a disaster or an inconvenience. But at Natalie’s place, it only made me smile again as I climbed out of the car. That grin widened when her mom opened the door in response to me ringing the bell. Nat’s mom was smoking hot, and every guy’s favorite substitute teacher at the high school. Seeing her at home was even better. She was wearing her red hair down, spilling over her shoulders instead of up in a bun. Those shoulders were mostly bare, obstructed only by the thin straps of the white dress she was wearing, and dotted with freckles. The hem of the dress only reached halfway to her knee, showing off a great pair of legs as well. Her tits were the real showstopper. They were huge, and the dress looked like it could barely contain them. “Come on in,†she said, and squeezed my bicep as I passed. “Did you just get back from the gym?†I chuckled and said, “No, I haven’t been in a couple of days.†The flirtatious banter between us was something that had developed in the last couple of months. “Nice dress, Ms. White.†“Why, thank you.†That was when Natalie called out from her room down the hall. “Hey, when you’re done perving on my mom, bring me a bottle of water from the fridge.†Ms. White folded her arms in front of her, which lifted her tits and made them look even more incredible. “Are you perving on me?†“Would I do that?†“I don’t know,†she said, and then grinned. She nodded toward the kitchen before strutting over to the couch. My eyes dropped straight to her ass swaying back and forth. The dress wasn’t tight enough to see much, but it was still a fine show. “Hello?†Nat called out. “Water. Got it,†I answered on my way to the kitchen. On the way back through the living room, I saw Ms. White putting on her noise-cancelling headphones. It wasn’t my first visit to the house, after all, and she knew exactly what was going on. Thankfully, she wasn’t a prude. Natalie was lying on the bed in nothing but a red bra and panties when I walked in. She smiled at me as I closed the door, and then beckoned me with a waving finger. I whipped off my shirt as I walked toward the bed, and sat the water bottle on her dresser along the way. Meanwhile, Nat sat up over her knees and popped the clasp on her bra. Our clothing fell to the floor in a rush. I was there to fuck, and she’d called me to get fucked, so there wasn’t any need to talk about it or play games. She had a head start, so by the time I was pulling down my pants, she was already naked and playing with herself. Fingers slippery with her juices wrapped around my cock as soon as it sprang free. Trying to wriggle and stomp my way out of the denim while she jerked me off wasn’t easy, but I’d had plenty of practice. As soon as my legs were free, I pushed her down onto the bed. She squealed in mock alarm, but it only took her a second to find my erection again when I crawled over top of her. They weren’t as big as her mom’s, but Nat had awesome tits, and they were calling to me. Her hand squeezed around me and she gasped when I sucked her left nipple hard. It was all raw sexual need as we writhed on the bed. She stroked me. I sucked her tits. She ground her pussy against my leg. There was no mistaking how wet and horny she was when she did that. As nice as her tits were, I was ready to head south. I let her nipple go and planted a kiss on her stomach. Her phone sounded off the alert for an incoming message, but she ignored it to push on the top of my head. She was just as eager for me to get between her legs and eat her out as I was. Natalie was the first girl I ever went down on, and in all the years since, I’d never found a sweeter pussy than hers. “Fuck yes. Lick my pussy,†she barked at me as I dived in. I heard the text alert tone go off again – though it was muffled by her thighs against my ears. Her yelp when I flicked her clit was much louder. She dug her fingers into the back of my head as she push me away from the sensitive bud. There was a half grin on my face as I resisted and tickled her hood with the tip of my tongue. Then the phone rang, playing Moves Like Jagger. Nat said, “Damn it,†and let go of my head. I assumed she was reaching for the phone to turn it off when she shifted on the mattress. I was too busy licking her to look. Then she gasped and said, “Oh, shit.†The next thing I know, she’s pushing on my head and trying to wriggle away. I held on tight and tongued her clit again, but that earned me a bop on top of the head. It was hardly what I expected. “Stop,†she told me, and I knew from the tone of her voice she was serious. Frustrated, I pulled my head from between her legs. She immediately sat up and grabbed her phone. Before she answered it, she said, “Be quiet.†“Who is it?†I asked. “Shh,†she admonished, bringing a finger to her lips. There was a hint of apology in her voice when she said, “Just a second.†I pushed up onto my hands, and then my knees while she tapped to answer the call and brought the phone to her ear. “Hey,†she answered the phone, and then said, “Yes, I’ll take it for you.†I leaned back on my elbow, making sure she had a good view of my dick bouncing. She noticed, but turned to look away as soon as she did. “Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. A deal’s a deal. Let me know how it goes. Okay. Bye.†“So what’s up?†I asked, and stretched out a leg to tickle her with my toes. “You’re going to hate me,†she said. “I have to go into work.†“Now?†I said, and then fell back flat on the bed. She sighed and said, “Yes. Damn it. Jean took one of my shifts so I could go to that concert with you last month. I promised that I’d take a shift for her if she needed me to. She’s got a date with this guy she’s been flirting with for like ever, so today’s the day.†“Great,†I mumbled. “I’m sorry,†she said as she swung her legs out of the bed. Her eyes homed in on my hardon and she added, “So sorry. I want you so bad, but...†“I get it,†I told her, trying not to sound as irritated as I actually was. I had a good thing going with her, and didn’t want to mess it up. “Maybe there’s somebody else you can hook up with?†she asked as she grabbed some moist wipes from a drawer next to the bed. I shook my head and said, “Probably just head home.†Then I slid out of the bed to grab my underwear. We weren’t technically exclusive, but neither of us had been with anyone else in almost a year. Natalie finished cleaning up while I pulled on my pants. I tried not to watch, knowing it was only going to leave me even more frustrated, but it’s hard to ignore a hot, naked girl wiping her pussy a couple of feet away. After putting on my shirt, I sat down on the bed to put on my shoes and socks. “Oh, shoot,†she said in the midst of digging underwear out of her dresser. “Could you do me a huge favor and go get my work smock from the laundry room?†“Yeah, I got it,†I answered. She was still naked, so leaving the room was the only way I was going to get rid of my raging hardon. Once I had my shoes on, I opened the door just wide enough to slip out and headed for the laundry room. Ms. White glanced my way when I walked into the front room. She did a double-take, and her expression left no doubt she was surprised to see me. I was surprised she was seeing me, too. The smock was easy enough to find, so I grabbed it and made my way back to Natalie’s room. “I take it I’m not going to need these?†Ms. White said when I walked into the front room again. She held up her headphones, and then sat them down on the coffee table. I let out a rueful chuckle and said, “Probably not.†She shrugged and said, “Sorry.†“Yeah, me too.†Nat was wriggling into her jeans when I walked back in, so I left the door open. “Thanks,†she said as she buttoned her pants. I laid her smock on the bed and said, “No problem.†“I only have to work four hours. Maybe you could come back over after?†she suggested. “Have to see if I’m awake enough to make the drive. It’s been a long day.†You would think an invitation for a booty call would be an automatic yes, but it was going to be an early morning. The thought of the round trip that late gave me visions of walking around like a zombie the whole next day. She threw another idea against the wall while she pulled on her blouse. “Maybe I could come over to your place when I get off?†Either she was feeling really guilty, or she was even more hot and bothered than I thought. Maybe both. It didn’t really matter. “Ed’s going to have a couple of guys over tonight to watch the game,†I answered. Natalie sighed and buttoned up her blouse. “Well, I’ll text you when I get off. Okay?†“Sure.†She was dressed and almost ready to leave, so I hung out while she grabbed her purse, phone, and smock. I led the way out of her room, planning to walk her to the door. Ms. White had other ideas when we hit the living room. She said, “Vince, is there any chance you could run to the refrigerator and get me a bottle of water?†“Go ahead,†Natalie said, and then puckered her lips into a kiss before continuing to the door. “What’s in it for me?†I bantered. Nat’s mom grinned and asked, “I don’t know. What’s it worth?†Let me see those tits, was the first thing that popped into my head. Of course, I didn’t say it. I was drawing a blank otherwise, so I shook my head and said, “I got it.†“Well, that was easy,†she remarked as I walked to the kitchen. I brought her the water, and I was about to say I was headed home when she hit me with a verbal sucker-punch. “Pretty bad case of blue-balls, huh?†“Holy... What the...†I spat and stammered, taken completely off-guard. She chuckled and said, “Well, you do, don’t you? I know why you were here, and I know you didn’t have time to do it. At least I hope not.†With the initial shock fading, I regained my cool and said, “Yeah, they’re probably a little blue.†Ms. White offered a sympathetic, “Aww,†and then said, “I hate to see you leave like that.†I snorted and said, “You and me both.†“Maybe I could help you with that.†So much for keeping my cool. I was probably standing there with my mouth hanging open, looking like a complete dweeb. I honestly don’t remember. Ms. White stood up and said, “Natalie was just telling me this morning that I was bitchy and needed to get laid. So, we could help each other out.†“Nat would fuckin’ kill me,†I said as soon as the thought formed in my head. She shrugged and said, “Why? You’re... What is it you call it? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? You’re not dating. You’re just fucking.†“Because you’re her mom.†“So, don’t tell her. I won’t. She’s the one who told me to get laid.†She held up a finger and smiled. “I know.†If I had any doubts that she was serious, they were gone the instant she grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it down. The straps snapped down off her shoulders, and out tumbled the biggest set of tits I’d ever laid eyes on for real. She cupped them in her palms and said, “You’ve always wanted to see these, haven’t you? What do you think?†They weren’t just big. They hung down a little, but they were round and firm for tits that size. She had big nipples, too. Her high-beams were on, and they burned straight through the fog of surprise in my head. “You’ve got incredible tits, Ms. White,†I answered. “Thank you,†she said, and then bent down to pick up the water I’d brought her. “If you want to see more, I’ll be in my bedroom. It’s up to you.â€
  21. This isn't even completely done, ( have to finish the final sex scene and the closer ) let alone edited, but since It's been so long since I've released anything, I thought I'd tease the next story coming out as Les Lumens: "Pawnographic" *********************** It was another long day at the pawn shop. I thought at least once a day about selling it or getting someone else to run the damn place, but I couldn’t do it. My grandfather had started it, and then my dad kept it going. I couldn’t bring myself to break the chain when he passed away. Seeing my neighbor shut off his hose and put his hands on his hips when I pulled into the drive at home didn’t brighten my mood any. “Why don’t you take care of your lawn?” he complained as I climbed out of the car. I walked to the door and answered, “The grass is three inches tall.” “I’m tired of having to deal with all your dandelion seeds. You need to dig those things up like any responsible person. The whole neighborhood...” I closed the door, cutting off the rest of his tirade and muttered, “I’ll dig them up and shove them up your ass.” Another beautiful day in the neighborhood. I took a shower, whipped up some grub, and then kicked back to watch some t.v. Same old, same old. I ended up dozing off at some point, and woke up in the middle of Fallon’s monologue. The guy’s better than Leno, but I was raised on Carson. There’s just no comparison. I shut him off and headed upstairs to bed. The last thing I needed was to sleep all night in the chair and wake up as stiff as a board. Still half asleep, I stripped down to my boxers, shut off the light, and turned toward the bed. That’s when something moving in my peripheral vision drew my attention to the window. I stood there in the darkness of my room, hypnotized by the sight of my neighbor’s twenty-year-old blonde daughter. She was right in front of her window with the lights on. The contrast of the darkness surrounding that window focused my attention, as if I needed any help in that. She lifted her arms over her head, stretched, and yawned. The tight top she was wearing clung to her like a second skin, giving me a hell of a show as her breasts lifted from her stretch. She ran her fingers through her hair before letting her hands drop back to her side. Her parents made me want to pull my hair out. Cammie made me want to pull something else. I finally snapped out of it, and the dirty old man shame washed over me. Embarrassed by my behavior, I shook my head and closed my eyes for a second. The mistake I made was opening them before turning away. She grabbed the tail of her top just as my eyes opened, and in a flash, she’d pulled it over her head. I had a couple of blissful seconds to drink in the sight of her perky breasts before she tossed her top aside and walked away from the window. I have no idea how long I stood there with my eyes bugging out and my mouth hanging open. Even after she vanished from sight, I could still see her in my mind’s eye.
  22. This ticks me off to no end, and lately, people whom I thought were smart enough to avoid such tinfoil hat theories have jumped on the bandwagon, so I'm going to rant a bit. The current theory is as follows: A cabal of authors ( fewer than 20 ) is engaged in the following practices, which give them an unfair advantage in the contests. Entering at the last minute. Voting and commenting on each other's stories as soon as posted. Maliciously choosing a category with fewer readers than the "proper" category. Adding an off-putting scene a certain distance into the story for the sole purpose of making all but the most hardcore fans back-click. Let's begin with "Entering at the last minute". http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=69412239&highlight=day-1#post69412239 This is the most recent example of me demonstrating that this is complete and utter hogwash. Throughout the entire history of the contests, there is a general parity of early and late entries placing. When asked to narrow the timeframe to the last five years, early entries actually gained a statistically significant advantage over late ones. And no matter how you slice it, stories entered near the middle of the contest win more often than stories on either end. There is a full week of voting following the end of the submissions period. Most of the voting on a story happens within the first two days. A week is more than sufficient for a last-minute entry to have the same pattern of voting as a day-1 story. The secondary element of this complaint is that "Late entries avoid some of the sweeps." The problem with that is that few to no sweeps happen before the end of the submission period. Those sweeps that do occur may very well be related to other causes, such as toplist manipulation, author requested sweeps, etc. This theory too is complete nonsense. Now, let's move on to the cabal voting for each other to boost their ratings early. Most of the people making these allegations have in excess of 2000 people listing them as a favorite author. Considering this "cabal" has fewer than 20 members, it takes only 1% of the people who have listed them as a favorite author to exceed the number of members in this "cabal". So, first and foremost, the "advantage" being decried is myopic. Authors with large fanbases can easily exceed the number of votes and comments alleged to be left by the "cabal" Why would gaining early votes be advantageous? First, early five votes get you a Red H earlier, which attracts more people to your story. Because of the lag between when the story is live and it appearing on the new story list, it may even show up with a red H. This can be quite good for picking up more readers than you might have otherwise. Problem with this theory? It's in direct opposition to another portion of this ridiculous nonsense, which says that the authors are purposely attempting to minimize the number of people reading and voting on their story. So, to subscribe to this, you have to believe they're cheating by trying to get people to read them, while simultaneously cheating to keep people from reading them. Comments are the same thing. A string of positive comments may very well attract more people to your story. How does that jive with saying that the authors are attempting to limit the number of people reading and voting? It doesn't. And discouraging people from commenting on stories by telling them that it paints a target on their back that may result in relentless slander? Fuck that. Every time I see one of these people complaining that people don't vote or comment, I want to tell them to enjoy their shit sandwich, because they made it. Everything else is completely subjective. It's claiming that creative choices are actually manipulation. Every time I've looked at the story list of an author accused of this ( including myself ) I've found that the supposed "manipulation" is actually the author's normal style. I was accused of entering Sci-Fi&Fantasy stories in order to score easy wins. It takes about three seconds to see that Sci-Fi&Fantasy is not only my dominant preferred category, it's also the category I started out in and didn't deviate from for quite some time. I was accused of writing fluffy feel-good romances in order to score easy wins. It doesn't take much longer to see that this is likewise my preferred type of story. By writing what I always have and daring to win, I was cheating. The same has proved true of other authors accused of similar "tactics". One was lambasted for throwing a m/m scene into a story in order to make readers back-click. The author has m/m scenes in a large percentage of his stories, including those not entered into contests. One was accused of writing ditzy, cock-crazy, barely-legal teens as a tactic. His list has a lot of such stories. It's something he enjoys writing. It's nothing more than repeatedly throwing everything including the kitchen sink on top of someone. People are badgered on a daily basis, across every thread where it can be shoe-horned in, or where that person dares to make a post on the topic of the thread. None of the individual pieces of the theory hold water when subjected to scrutiny, which means the entire pile is nothing but bullshit piled high in hopes of hiding what it is. It's mob justice. Assholes with torches and pitchforks looking for witches to burn.
  23. There are two annual contests going on right now. One is at Literotica, and the other is the Golden Clitorides. If you think I deserve a nomination in either contest, check them out. If you're a Literotica member, here are the nomination threads there: Literary/Genre Transcending: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1270352 Most Influential Author: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1270336 Sexiest Female Character in a story: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1270344 Most original sex scene: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1270356 Sexiest male character in a story: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1270348 The stories eligible to be nominated are Blessing of the Wood and Jackin' Jill as Les Lumens. Like Riding a Bike, Vicki Cleans Up, and Taste the Rainbow as Reject Reality. ( Links to my latest releases page at bottom of post, for easy reference to the Literotica links for each story. ) The other contest is the Golden Clitorides. You can find it here: https://clitoridesawards.org/ In addition to the stories above, Sucksess and One Sticky Situation as Reject Reality can be nominated in this contest. http://www.darkniciad.com/reject_reality/rr_latest_releases http://www.darkniciad.com/my-latest-releases
  24. Here's the full first scene of "Blessing of the Wood" as a preview of the story, which should go into editing soon. ============================= A sparrow perched on the windowsill, bathed in golden sunlight, singing of its joy in a new day – both of which were stabbing into Ella’s brain, even though her eyes were still closed. She whimpered and pulled the pillow over her face, but it didn’t help. The housewarming party for the home she shared with her twin sister had been one for the ages, but she was paying the price. A click and a creak accompanied the door opening, followed by shuffling footsteps and a pitiful groan. “Could you just smother me?†Ella muttered to her sister. “Only if you do me first,†Terra answered as she sat down on the foot of the bed. Ella experimentally lifted the pillow and discovered that her sister had closed the curtains. The light was still too bright, but subdued enough that she felt safe to push the pillow away. She raked her fingers through her dark blonde hair and made a face because it was sticking out in every which direction. A look around through squinted eyes didn’t reveal her phone, so she asked, “What time is it?†“Almost noon.†“I swear I’m never doing this again.†Terra let out a half-hearted chuckle. “You always say that.†“So do you.†“It was a great party, though.†“The best.†Ella sat up, though it made her head pound and her vision swim. The lemony smell of furniture polish that lingered in the house after the final marathon cleaning was turning her stomach. “Have you seen John?†she asked. Terra pointed at the nightstand and said, “There’s a note. It probably says the same thing mine does. They went into town to get us Excedrin, since we didn’t have any in the house.†“Guess we should have told them, huh?†“Guess they should have told us they were going instead of leaving us notes,†Terra countered. She started to chuckle, but it cut off in a pained groan as she covered her eyes. “Time to go, before my head explodes. Do you see my phone?†Ella asked. Her twin slid off the bed and said, “Here’s the cord.†When she traced it from the outlet to one of Ella’s discarded shoes, she found the phone beneath. Ella took the phone and tapped out a hasty message to her husband-to-be, “Gone 2 Gma’s pool.†With a little help from her sister, Ella crawled out of bed and started through the house. It had once been their great grandfather’s – and a family friend’s before that – but the family had secretly renovated the place for them when they both announced their engagements. After the work, the downstairs was essentially two apartments joined by a central living room, kitchen, and dining room. The arrangement gave both twins their own space on opposite ends of the house, but acknowledged that they would never be very far apart. The sunlight streaming into the front room through a huge bay window felt like lasers burning into Ella’s head. The state of the room also provided a pointed reminder that they still had to clean up from the party. Salvation was close at hand, however. The twins hurried as best they could in their delicate state to the front door, across the porch, and down the stairs. The moment their bare feet touched the grass, their headaches began to fade. Caring not a whit that they were dressed in nothing more than t-shirts and panties, they crossed the lawn to the woods. The trail they followed was one they knew well, and every step along it brought a new surge of energy. Anyone else would have seen nothing more than a wall of trees and undergrowth surprisingly thick for the first week of April. Such was the magic of their great-grandmother’s woods that it hid its secrets. The scent of honeysuckle filled the air. Squirrels, rabbits, and chipmunks scurried everywhere. With the symptoms of their overindulgence already nothing more than a memory, the singing of birds was a joyful accompaniment to their walk. Flowers bloomed, adding splashes of vibrant color to the myriad shades of green and brown lining their path. It was a place of peace and oneness with nature that was as much their home as any manmade structure. Golden sunlight breaking through the canopy and a silvery laugh marked the end of their journey. “Morning, Grandma. Morning, Grandpa,†Ella said – dropping the great – when she entered the clearing. The dryad Xantina stood amidst the ferns at the edge of her crystal-clear pool waiting for them. Intimately connected to her family, she’d known the twins were coming as soon as they did. She appeared no older than the sisters, and had no shame for her nudity. With skin that shone golden in the light and hair the color of new leaves, she was a stunning and beautiful sight. “Take away your coverings and come swim with me,†the nymph declared, and then turned to dive gracefully into the pool. Ella was all too glad to do so. Their great-grandfather Daniel chuckled as the twins undressed. Once a mortal man, the love and magic of his dryad mate had granted him a body of nature that could remain at her side long after his natural span. Though he had green hair and skin that resembled the bark of a tree, he otherwise looked like a handsome, fit, nude man in his twenties. “From the way you girls’ hair looks, I take it the party was a success,†he said. “The best,†Ella confirmed, and her twin echoed her a moment later. “And the old place is working out for you?†he asked. “It’s perfect,†Ella said. “Thank you, Grandpa.†“No need for thanks. I hated to see the place sitting empty,†he said, and then snapped a hand up to block the side of his face. Their great-grandmother’s splash still soaked him. Xantina pouted, “Talk later.†“Yes, dear,†Daniel chuckled, and then stood up. “So, while you have company for a while, I’m going to go borrow a newspaper and catch up.†Terra said, “Tell Grandma we said hello,†knowing it was his daughter’s paper he was going to borrow. “Will do. Have fun.†Ella took advantage of the distraction. She darted toward the pool and laughed when her sister called out, “Cheater!†A moment later, she hit the water in a flawless dive and surfaced on the far side of the pool. Her sister was only a second behind her, but the splash she launched when she surfaced found only air. Ella popped back up from below the water, and her splash caught Terra full in the face. It was on. The girls called a truce several minutes later when they were both panting for breath and laughing too hard to continue. It was then that Ella saw John and Nathan coming down the trail. They were new to the family secret, and entered the clearing with poorly concealed nervousness. Both sisters had been afraid to tell their beaus about their heritage, and had only found the courage out of necessity when the two friends had proposed to them at the same time at the end of the previous summer. A nudge from Terra indicated that her sister wanted to play a different game. Careful to address both young men, Ella asked, “Feeling better?†Nathan revealed his surprise when he answered, “Yeah, a lot.†“How?†John asked. “Magic,†Terra said, and wiggled her fingers. “Guess we dragged ourselves out of bed and to the store for nothing, huh?†John said. Terra said, “Uh huh. Best hangover cure ever.†Nathan laughed and said, “Can’t argue with that.†“So...†Ella said, and then paused dramatically, “Why are you two still dressed again?†The boys inevitably blushed. The commonplace nudity of the family was something they weren’t remotely used to yet. They did kick off their shoes to begin stripping, though. Ella was used to the state of undress, but that didn’t stop her from admiring John as he disrobed – and peeking at Nathan. They were two of a kind – leanly muscled and well-endowed. They were just as beautiful on the inside as well. John was the most caring, considerate, and good-humored man Ella had ever met. Not for the first time, she thanked her lucky stars that she’d outgrown her fixation on jocks to discover him before someone else snatched him up. Nathan had been a friend to her and her sister all their life, and had patiently waited until the day Terra finally recognized the love hiding right under her nose. Caught up in a flood of memories – and arousal – she started when her sister whispered, “Hey.†“Sorry,†Ella whispered back. The sisters locked eyes, took a deep breath, and then ducked down under the water. Once below the surface, Ella swam to the right to reverse position with Terra, and then kicked off the bank toward the opposite shore. Once there, they turned to face their beaus. Ella could see in John’s eyes that he knew what was afoot. The twins simultaneously said, “Come on in, John.†Nathan held up his hands and said, “I know better than to give you any hints,†when John looked to him for help. Nathan had always been able to tell them apart. Xantina laughed, recognizing the game her great-granddaughters were playing. She caught John’s eye, which only deepened his blush, and said, “Look with this.†She held a hand over her heart, and then lifted it to cover her eyes. “Not with these.†John blew out a long breath as he took the couple of steps through the ferns to the edge of the pool. After filling his lungs with air again, he dived in. Ella’s heart sang when he veered toward her, though she did her best not to show it when he came up in front of her. Terra’s voice held a faux warning when she said, “Are you sure? You’re about to kiss my sister.†The game was over when he looked deep into Ella’s eyes and said, “I’m sure, Terra.†Ella threw her arms around him and kissed him hard.
  25. This was sent anonymously through the site feedback function at Lushstories a little while ago, and forwarded to me. The story, Nude-Holly-Day, by Reject Reality was one of the most enjoyable, intense, well crafted, and even instructive stories I've ever encountered. While the biology-based eroticism is excellent in most of your stories, this one (Holly) was far beyon that. The Holly story was to regular good stories as color is to black-and-white because of the added layers in the story. a. Honor and decency. The protagonist portrayed the best characteristics of respect and appreciation for the Holly character. b. The caring he showed Holly added depth to the story far beyond the delightful eroticism. c. The honor and care showed for the Holly character by the protagonist put this story into the top level of literature. d. The details of the physical love-making functioned almost as a lesson for top-level love-making. Society would profit from this sort of story being made to be required reading for all high-schoolers. I would give the Holly story a 10 if that were possible. If permissible, pas on my comments to the author, and know that I would give him a 5. What can I say but, wow. And link to the story, of course Storiesonline: http://www.storiesonline.net/sex-story/71998 Literotica: http://www.literotica.com/s/nude-holly-day Lushstories: http://www.lushstories.com/stories/mature/nude-holly-day.aspx
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