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  1. Just doing a little brainstorming on Saggitariad. He's one of the companions in the Nobles by Deed series who hasn't had much exposure at all. I think he only has a single line in one chapter of Danica plus a mention in another. He's also the character who had the least development in the game. I never really figured out where I wanted to go with him. This is as much notes for me as anything, but feel free to comment. I'm tempted to write a short story about the fall of Northreach ( which I need to remember is the name of the Duchy that I established in Danica 18. I keep calling it Mithas, after the knights who held sway there. ) So, Northreach fell in 990 by the timeline I have established. All of my characters are hitting 18 at 1042-ish in the timeline with the exception of Darkni, who is older. That puts Saj born in 1024. Think I'm going to have his father get a late start and be 34 before having him. That works out to his dad being in-womb at the time of the fall. So, it would be Saj's pregnant grandmother who fled Northreach. Doing that, an interesting twist would be for Saj's dad to have a young bride. That's another potential short story. That only puts Saj's dad in his late 50s at the time the companions lead the rebellion in Egoria. The way aging works in my world, he would be perfectly fit for a campaign of that nature, and most certainly would have participated. I could have him injured in some way beforehand, but I'm leaning toward him helping to rally the exiled knights once Saggitariad asks the Knights for aid. The Knighthood had become political and disconnected from the populace around the time of the fall. Serfdom had become common, for one thing. I'm thinking that in exile, they've become even more so. The reason Saj's dad and the older knights don't end up in control once Egoria is retaken is because the young rally around Saj to return to the Knighthood's roots of honor and protection. Without the power that already holding the land would provide, the older knights have to defer, and quite a few come around to the new way of thinking. I have to keep in mind that nobody other than Thakkor can have an established relationship at the time of the rebellion in Egoria. Christi says in Blackhawk that everyone was making passes at her except Mindblind, and Thakkor because he was already married. So, I need to keep Saj's eventual wife out of the picture for a while in any history stories. Her name is Carol Darkholme, by the way. Sounds like a knightly surname, so a good point to meet her would be at the time Saj is rallying the knights to help retake Egoria. One thing I've always had in my head for telling Saggitariad's history story that coincides with Merchant Princes, Casting, and Lowborn is a scene from Chrono Trigger. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEOQWsVBDSk That's about the best video of it I can find in a quick search. It's the Telepod scene at the beginning, and you'll probably have to expand it to theater mode to read the text. Odds are that when the story comes out, you'll know exactly where to start playing that epic Chrono Trigger theme in your head. It's not going to be time travel, but I'm absolutely going for that selfless rush into unknown danger. Just getting some thoughts down as I muse. May expand this in days to come, as I'm beginning to think Saggitariad is the next companion who's going to get a history tale. This also has some ties to the sequel to Blackhawk Hall, because Ari's barony borders Northreach.
  2. I started writing this immediately after "One Incredible Costume", but ended up deciding that it didn't really feel like a sequel without the costume element. When I looked at the almost finished copy today, I decided to go ahead and release it as a website exclusive. It's in editing now, so here's a quick preview. ================== When I stepped into my bedroom on the Monday after Halloween, there was a surprise waiting for me. My face warmed and I quickly closed the door upon seeing a pair of red and black panties lying on my pillow. It was a very tangible reminder of All Hallow’s night, when my daughter’s best friend had seduced me into a night of wild sex. She had been wearing those panties as part of her costume, and I could vividly remember peeling them off her. Though Amy had spent a fair amount of time at the house over the weekend, she hadn’t provided the slightest clue of what had happened between us. I was glad for it, because the last thing I wanted was for my daughter Dani to find out. Amy had put on such a good show that I was beginning to believe she was trying to forget about it. The panties dissuaded me of that notion. I was wondering when she’d snuck in and left them when I noticed a folded piece of paper next to them. I crossed the room, picked it up, and let out a chuckle when I saw the imprint of her lips at the bottom of the note. It read, A little something to remind you. I hardly needed anything to remind me of that unbelievable night, but the sight of them certainly brought it back to me in even more vivid detail. I ran my fingers over the satiny crotch before picking them up and could almost feel the heat of her pussy beneath. After adjusting my stiffened member, I put away both the panties and the note in the top drawer of my nightstand. After changing out of my work clothes into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, I made dinner and kicked back on the couch. The DVR had a nice selection of things I’d recorded waiting for me, leaving me with no shortage of entertainment for the evening. Dani and Amy came in the front door at a little after five, when my daughter got off work. They both said hello as they passed by, much as they had done hundreds of times before. I expected Dani to take a shower, and then the pair of them would head out on the town. As expected, I looked over my shoulder when I heard her bedroom door open and saw Dani walk into the bathroom. The door had no more closed than Amy stepped out into the hall. Our eyes met and she smiled as she walked toward me. Entranced by the swaying of her hips, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. “So, did you see them yet?†she asked as she sat down next to me. “Yes.†I nodded toward the bathroom. “Dani could come out any minute.†Amy scoffed at that and said, “She’s going to be in there at least twenty minutes. I thought about leaving them for you that night, but eww. I washed them. Hope you don’t mind.†I shook my head, and then said the only thing that came to mind. “Thank you.†She moaned and said, “Thank you. I swear I’ve had nothing but lousy sex lately. Until the other night, that is. You really got me good.†“Same here,†I said. I was having a great deal of trouble keeping my hands off her. “There was something I wanted to do that night, but I got interrupted. Not that I minded. But I still want to.†A groaning sigh escaped me as her hand settled in my lap. Just the sight of her had started my manhood rising, but that touch hastened it tenfold. “I really want to suck you off,†she said while caressing my erection. She leaned in closer, her voice a whisper directly in my ear. “I want you to explode in my mouth. I love that.†“Christ, Amy,†I groaned. She chuckled while worming her fingers beneath my sweats and underwear. “Amy, Dani could come out and see us.†“What?†she said, ignoring the warning to wrap her fingers around my cock. “The chance we could get caught doesn’t turn you on?†As I throbbed in her grasp, there was no denying that was true. “You don’t think I can suck you off before she comes out? That sounds like a challenge.†A turn of her wrist pushed down my pants enough to expose the swollen head of my cock sticking out of her hand. I had every intention of stopping her. That was still my plan even as her head dipped into my lap. It didn’t happen.
  3. A quick preview of my upcoming Nude Day story for the Literotica contest ( posting to SOL and Lush not long after ) This is from the unedited first draft, so don't give me too much grief *laugh* ======================== I should have known. Happy Nude Day, I thought sarcastically as I watched Wendy and Ron walk by, ignoring me as they headed toward the lake. We’d been the best of friends the last time we saw each other the year before, but Linda had obviously talked to them. Yep – lucky me. Over forty with a hot, wild woman five years younger than me. Going to nudist camps, sex almost every day, threesomes... It had been a wild couple of years. I don’t know how long she’d been fucking the neighbor on the side, but when she got caught, she decided for some reason that I’d orchestrated it. That’s when I learned the hard way that she could go from zero to psycho bitch in nothing flat. I popped open a beer and wondered for the third time in an hour whether I should just pack up and leave. But, I had no doubt the news of my hasty departure would reach Linda before I even got home. There was no way I was going to give her that satisfaction. Besides, the campground was packed, and I loved the place. Sprite Lake had more amenities than any nudist camp for a couple hundred miles around. I saw plenty of fresh faces, and I was determined to enjoy myself. A pair of attractive blonde women about my age walking by a few seconds later were a good start. They were in good shape, gravity hadn’t taken much of a toll, and they weren’t shaved bare. I waved. They waved back and smiled. I finished my beer, grabbed another, and headed down to the lake, where everyone was gathering for the Pre-Nude Day festivities. The well was too deep for Linda to poison it all. Or so I thought. I hadn’t counted on how tight-knit the regulars were. People I recognized but barely knew were staring daggers at me from the moment I reached the shoreline. It seemed like every time I turned around, the grapevine was sinking its tendrils into someone else. Within a half hour, I was back in my lawn chair, gritting my teeth at the sounds of merriment. At that point, it didn’t matter if I left – Linda had won. I’d had three beers, so for safety’s sake I decided to sit for a couple of hours and grill some lunch before I left. Imagine my surprise when Ron walked toward my camp a few minutes later. I tensed, expecting a confrontation, but then saw him nervously look over his shoulder. “Hey,†he said as he stepped into the campsite. “Hey. So, what line has she fed everyone?†Ron blew out a long breath and once again looked back toward the path. “Let’s go behind the RV,†I suggested. “Sorry,†he said as he followed me. “It’s just that Wendy doesn’t know I came up here.†“I get it. Happy wife, happy life. So, what’s the horror story?†“She said you got drunk and hit her.†My vision flashed red as I growled, “What? I never laid a hand on her – ever.†“She said she had to go to the E.R.†“What a load of shit. I was the one who ended up in the E.R. getting stitches in my forehead because she threw a plate at me.†I pushed my hair out of the way, revealing the scar. “I had to bring the cops with me to get what was left of my stuff out of her house. She destroyed most of it.†“I knew it had to be bullshit.†“But Wendy believes it.†“Yeah. Look, I’m sorry. Bob and Will don’t buy it either, but Wendy has their wives at a boil.†I sighed and said, “Well, I can kind of understand it after what Wendy went through with her ex-husband.†Ron’s eyes hardened for a moment with that mention, but he shook it off. “Was there a police report in the paper?†“From when they showed up that day and the next when I went back for my stuff.†“Think you can get those and send them to me?†“I hadn’t even thought of that. The library scans every issue. I may be able to get one of the guys from work to go and send them to me.†Ron snapped his fingers and smiled. “That might be enough to convince Wendy. Speaking of which...†“Go ahead. Last thing you need is to get caught talking to me, considering what she believes.†“Hang in there, man.†He held out his hand and I shook it. “Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.†“No problem. Sorry about everything.†I chuckled half-heartedly. “Not as sorry as I am. I’ll make a call or two and see if I can get those police reports.†“Here’s hoping.†Knowing that at least a few of my friends didn’t believe Linda’s lies helped bolster my spirits. I headed straight into the RV and grabbed my phone. My friend Carl had the next day off, and said he would go to the library to get me what I needed. Seeing light at the end of the tunnel, I fired up the grill and decided to stay. All in all, it wasn’t a bad day. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping, so I relaxed and enjoyed it. Ron, Will, and Bob even snuck away from their wives to have a beer with me later that evening. I knew that if Carl came through, there was a chance I might even be able to socialize with them openly at the big Nude Day party the next day. I hit the bunk that night with a good buzz and a cautiously optimistic outlook. **** It was barely light when I woke up the next morning. I’m hardly ever up before the sun, but my bladder proved to be a rather effective alarm clock. It was a long walk to the bathrooms, so I took a brief walk back into the trees to let off the pressure. Feeling much better, I headed back into the RV. After a look at the bunk, I opted to grab the coffee pot instead. The walk in the brisk morning air had chased away the last vestiges of sleep, and watching the sun rise with a good cup of coffee sounded like just the thing. I had just sat the pot on the camp stove when a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision caused me to turn toward the trail. Good god, I thought when I saw her. She had her back turned to me, showing off a perfect little butt bathed in the glow of the rising sun. From the second my eyes fell on her, I knew she was young. It was rare to see anyone under thirty at the camp, but this girl had to be college-age. Blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back, though most of it was pulled over her shoulders. It was a look I’d seen a lot of times over the last two years, called the Lady Godiva. A woman with long hair could drape it over her breasts, giving tantalizing glimpses that were even more eye-catching than seeing them fully revealed. As if in response to my silent wish, she turned, confirming the display that I’d already imagined. Then my eyes darted downward and I saw something else that tugged my lips into a smile. Close-cropped blonde hair adorned her mound, shaped into an irregular triangle pointing down. I’ve never been a big fan of the bare-shaved look. Blame it on growing up in the 80s. I like a little bush. I didn’t dwell on it, naturally. Even at a camp where everyone is naked all the time, there are limits. I lifted my gaze as she finished her turn toward me, and got the shock of my life.
  4. Here's a quick preview of a Christi Crimm story from even earlier in her life than "Casting Off Convention" called "All the Fuss" ==================== “Two of three touches – blades only?” he asked. Christi nodded, as it was a fairly standard set of rules meaning no kicks, fists, or wrestling. The reason for the oppressive humidity announced itself with a rumble of thunder a moment later. A storm was rolling in, and it was doing so rapidly. He looked toward the lightning-streaked clouds and said, “That could make things interesting.” “If it takes that long,” Christi said confidently as she strode over to where she’d observed the men sparring earlier in the day. Jorfal laughed and pulled off his shirt before taking up a position opposite her. She couldn’t help but look. Though he was much older – closer to her father’s age than hers – he had a broad, muscular chest peppered with scars. His muscles working beneath the skin as he extended his sword toward her set off a chilly tingle between her legs. But, there was a battle to be won. She crossed her sword with his. After a tap, they both dropped into fighting crouches. Christi knew he had an advantage in both reach and strength. That meant she had to use her speed to overcome it. It was nothing new, as that was the case with her father and brothers as well. He attacked first with a stab toward her mid-section. She cleanly deflected the blow and danced to the side, not letting him close with her. Before she could counter, he launched a swipe at her arm, and she batted it away. This time, she was able to take a slash at him, stealing the momentum of his first assault. Back and forth they went – wooden swords cracking and hissing as they traded blows. Sweat soon poured from both of their bodies in the humid air, but he was a seasoned veteran, and she was hardly a novice. Though she’d never seen real battle, she’d been tested time and time again by her father and brothers. It wasn’t one of them she faced this time, though. Mingling with the adrenaline of battle was something else – quite unexpected. It began as the faintest of hints, and rapidly swelled as they continued the dance of combat. Christi was aroused. The first blast of wind from the coming storm hit them, raising gooseflesh on their sweat-soaked skin. Dust and grit rode on the powerful gust, joining the sweat already stinging Christi’s eyes. She saw the thrust coming, and brought her sword into line, but it was a fraction of a second too late to resist his strength. Christi grunted as the tip of his sword jabbed into her shoulder. “Point,” he declared as he withdrew the weapon. “Point,” she agreed. If it had been a real fight, the cut would have certainly slowed her down. “Got the dirt out of my eyes a little quicker,” he said as he stepped back toward the starting position. A tickle arose between her legs when a fresh rush of wetness gathered there. The arousal that had bubbled up within her wasn’t ebbing in the slightest. Her heart raced from the combined excitement of battle and desire as she watched him lift his sword. The wind continued unabated – gusting even more powerfully as the storm drew closer. The first sprinkles blew in as Christi took her place opposite her opponent, and increased to a downpour when they crossed their wooden swords. Once again, the battle was joined. Christi danced on light feet, deflecting his powerful blows and seeking openings to make her own attacks. The driving rain soon made the footing treacherous, but she compensated and kept the pressure on. Within a minute, her clothing was saturated, and her shirt grew transparent – clinging to her like a second skin. His eyes focused on them for only a moment, but when he glanced at her all-but-bare breasts, she was ready. The point of her sword darted in toward his chest, and his parry was too slow. Exaltation welled up within her as the wooden weapon stabbed into his shoulder – almost a mirror blow to his that ended the previous round. “Point,” he said, and then laughed. “Caught me out there.” Christi smiled and pushed a lock of sodden hair away from her forehead and eyes, making absolutely no effort to conceal her attributes. A chill shot up her spine when he openly admired them. Before they could prepare for the deciding round, a deafening crack of thunder sounded, startling them both. The brilliant flash drew their eyes to where the bolt had slammed into the earth – far too close for comfort. Shouting over yet another roar of thunder, Jorfal said, “Why don’t we call this one a draw for now, before the gods get in the game?” Christi nodded, and he yelled, “This way.” She jogged at his side, once again catching his eyes gravitating toward her bouncing breasts. He led her around the barracks to a smaller building in the back and jerked the door open to let her in. Christi dashed in out of the rain and took in her surroundings. The place was small – consisting only of the room she was standing in, and a bedroom without a door beyond. It was sparsely furnished, but decorated with martial trophies. Jorfal shook the water out of his hair and tossed his wooden blade on the table. “Have a seat. It may be a draw, but I’ll buy you a drink anyway.” “Works for me,” she said as she put her sword down and pulled out one of the plain wooden chairs. “You can scrap, that’s for sure,” he said as he retrieved a jug from a shelf. “Not afraid to say I’m glad it was pissing and pouring so nobody saw me lose that point to a girl, though. Your brothers have been the only other ones to give me a workout in ages.” Christi chuckled and grabbed the cup he sat down in front of her. His clothes were clinging to him as well, and with him standing next to her, she could see a rather intriguing silhouette beneath his pants. He poured a small amount of clear liquid into her cup. “They call this White Lightning. Fits that mess outside. It kicks like a mule.” She knew the corn liquor well, as she’d been sneaking it from her father’s stash for some time. The momentary flash of shock on his face when she tossed back the potent brew changed to one of respect as she sat the cup down. “Well, damn me. You fight and drink like a man, even if you damn sure don’t look like one.” He laughed and poured his own drink. Christi’s arousal reached a fever pitch. She knew there was supposed to be a kind of dance to the whole thing, but she was in no mood to wait. The ache between her legs was screaming for attention now, and she had a man right in front of her who seemed to be interested in helping her with that. It was time to find out what all the fuss was about. When Jorfal downed his drink, she stood up and said, “Think I’m going to get out of these wet clothes.” “If you don’t wait out the storm first, you’re just going to get wetter.” His voice trailed off and his eyes widened when she pulled her shirt over her head. She was positive that she couldn’t get any wetter. She was practically dripping.
  5. Because Lush doesn't have the same sort of versatility in the bbcode that Lit does, I've decided to go with banners to advertise my new stories there. Odds are that I'll eventually collect these on the "Extras" page of the website in a manner similar to the cover browser, but for now, I thought I'd post them here for anyone who doesn't visit Lush. They're really just modified versions of covers that meet the PG rating required for forum sigs there. Click the thumbnails to view the full size banners. Not that they're huge First up, the Lush exclusive contest story: And, a little preview of something to come... eventually. LOL It's an idea I've had for a while, which I've finally fleshed out. Not a word has been written, but the cover image and the banner are ready to go. Needed to experiment, so I used this one as the second test run. And a Les Lumens story that will be posting to Lush once the season is right. Figured I may as well get it ready, so I don't have to fiddle with it when the time comes. And another Les story that will go up around Valentine's Day. Have always been off my game and not thought about it when the time was appropriate in previous years. Probably won't post "While Cupid's Away" there because it has too much mind-control, which they don't like. Also won't post "Last Chance" because I think they'd probably balk at the dog "attacking" her near the beginning. They control the content pretty tight.
  6. Here's a quick preview of "Pink Slip-pery Slope" *************** “You missed it,†Rob said, still chuckling under his breath. “Dean was over on cooler dock popping a dock plate while standing on it, and slipped on the ice. Busted his ass good.†Rich erupted into laughter at the supervisor’s misfortune and then said, “Ah, damn. I wish I could have seen that.†“It was fucking hilarious.†Rich suddenly pointed at something on a pallet and muttered under his breath, “Western.†Rob pulled his load sheet from his back pocket and made a show of looking it over for the Vice President’s benefit. The two friends then split up and did their best to look as if they were on an important mission. As Rob walked down the dock, Mr. Western turned away, apparently satisfied that they were working and going on the hunt for someone to bitch at. Disaster averted, Rob decided he’d better knuckle down for a while until the boss wandered back to his office up front. As it turned out, things got hectic and the time flew by until the last truck of the day was closed up and ready to roll. Having done his clean up in lulls throughout the day, he escaped well ahead of everyone else on his crew. Once out the front door, his eyes homed in on a young blonde he didn’t recognize talking to a woman from H.R. She had an incredible ass, and when she turned a little, he could see that the rest of her was just as delicious. As he walked closer, he overheard the young woman say, “Except for being the only girl without flowers on Valentine’s Day.†“Don’t give up yet. You still have a few days,†the older woman suggested as she turned to return to the building. The object of his attention noticed him approaching. Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Hi.†“Hi,†Rob said as he stopped in front of her, getting an even better look at the blonde’s beautiful face, and breasts that really filled out her sweater. “New? Haven’t seen you before.†“Just started today. Julie.†“Rob,†he supplied. “Getting off work?†“Uh huh. You too?†“Yeah. Early for once.†May as well go for it, he thought. “I was going to go grab some Starbucks. Let me buy you one as a reward for surviving your first day?†She laughed and said, “Sure. I’d like that. The one up the road? Meet you there?†“Sounds good. See you in a couple of minutes.†She waved and started toward her car. As he watched her walk, there was no doubt that his day had just taken a decided turn for the better.
  7. Here's a quick preview of the upcoming "Hot Shorts" story, "Breasts To Go" =============== “Last day. Lucky S.O.B.†Rick hit the clock and chuckled as his co-worker Dave gave him a friendly punch in the shoulder. After two long years of working at the chicken joint, he was headed off to college out of state. The tedium had really begun to wear on him the last couple of months, and he couldn’t wait to finish his last day. A familiar voice emerged from the small office in the back. “Don’t think you’re going to get away with slacking, either.†He peeked in and said, “I know, Mrs. Meadows.†Karen was one bright spot in the place. His manager was friendly and didn’t play favorites, making the drudgery at least a little more tolerable. And she had an incredible rack. The rest of her wasn’t too bad either, but it was her breasts that were like a magnet to his eyes. Even in her uniform shirt, they were impossible not to notice. She was a true Milf, too – thirty-four with a son. More than once he’d wished the curly-haired brunette wasn’t his boss. She laughed and said, “I’m only teasing. Go ahead and get to work. Remember – service with a smile.†He gave her a wave reminiscent of a salute, and did exactly that. The day was like every other as he filled orders and occasionally handled the drive-thru. When they hit a lull that left them standing around twiddling their thumbs, he asked, “Mind if Dave and I take our break?†“Go ahead.†The two walked outside and around the back to find a brief escape from their poultry prison. “Gonna miss this place?†Dave asked. He chuckled, “Fuck no.†His buddy laughed and lit up a cigarette. “Place ain’t gonna be the same without you.†“I’ll tell you one thing I might miss a little...†Dave held his hands out in front of his chest. “Yep. Those are some of the greatest tits I’ve ever seen in my life.†“M-m-moterboat.†“All night long,†Rick agreed. “Her boyfriend is a lucky bastard.†“No shit. Hey, did you hear about...†The pair chatted until their break was up, and then put their noses back to the grindstone. The next flood of customers hit not long after, and the rest of the night went by quickly in the rush to keep up. Rick kept one eye on the clock as it ticked ever closer to his moment of freedom. By the time he was going through the nightly clean-up routine, he was near unto giddy with anticipation. “Looks good. Thanks,†Mrs. Meadows said when she game out to inspect the work area. “Go ahead and clock out.†He made a beeline toward the clock, but it was not to be. “Rick, could you do one last thing for me? Grab another box of cole slaw from the storage cooler. I just realized we’re completely out in here, and I want everything to be ready to go tomorrow.†Somehow, he managed to suppress his sigh. “Yeah, sure.†“I really appreciate it.†She then said, “Goodbye, everyone,†as the rest of the employees filed past the clock and to the door. Just a couple more minutes, he told himself as he grabbed the key and headed out the back door. Once the slaw was in its proper place, he pulled off his uniform shirt and tried for the clock again. “Is everyone else gone?†his boss asked as he reached the clock. Not risking another last-minute task, he punched out for the final time before leaning into her office to answer, “Yes.†It was all he could do to keep his eyes in his head. Karen had taken off her uniform shirt, revealing a top that seemed to be on the verge of bursting at the seams from trying to contain her breasts. “You can put the shirt on the chair.†Praying he hadn’t already been caught staring like a bug-eyed cartoon character, he avoided looking at her as he deposited the shirt where she’d suggested. “Well, it’s been nice working with you,†he said. “You too. I’m going to miss you around here.†He gave a nod and took one last look at her tits as he turned toward the door. “Rick, just a second.†“Hmm?†he said, wondering if he was ever going to get out of the place. Her eyebrows lifted and she asked, “So, do I really have some of the greatest tits you’ve ever seen in your life?â€
  8. Preview of a Lushstories exclusive quickie. It's in a contest, so feel free to go give it a vote ( even though the winners are primarily determined by a panel of judges as opposed to score ) http://www.lushstories.com/stories/quickie-sex/wash-away-the-blues.aspx =============== When he awakened, Brad had a raging hard-on and a smile on his face. It didn’t last long, though. The smile and the vivid dream about Cathy faded, dissolved by the beeping of his alarm. He kicked off the covers in frustration, knowing he had to get over it before his meeting. Somehow, he had to summon up the energy and motivation to put on the charm. As frustrating as this trip was – the first extended absence from his wife – it was also a stepping stone. If he pulled this off, there was a distinct possibility of a promotion in the near future. It was cold comfort in the empty, unfamiliar bed, though. The company had at least put him up in a nice place. The coffee had started brewing to be ready when his alarm went off, thanks to a timer. A few minutes later, he laid out his clothes in preparation for a shower with a welcome boost of caffeine. A tone sounded from his phone and he checked the one word message, “Up?†“Getting in the shower now. Thanks. Love you,†he quickly tapped out before heading to the bathroom. She had saved his bacon more than once with those texts and phone calls. Morning person were the last words anyone would have ever used to describe him. Of course, it also reminded him that he still had to spend at least one more day without her. Shaking that thought away, he climbed in the shower and let the warm cascade of water wash over and invigorate him for a few minutes. At last beginning to feel human, he lathered up his hair, and then leaned into the spray to rinse it away. Brad started and cried out when arms wrapped around him from behind. Soap stung his eyes as he spun to behold the last thing he would have ever expected. Cathy giggled and said, “I couldn’t have timed that any better.†He could only stare in near disbelief as the spray began to hit her and run in rivulets down her body. She lifted one hand to smooth her rapidly dampening red hair while the other caressed its way down from her neck to her large, beautiful breasts. He finally found his voice after a few moments. “Cathy? But how did...†She stepped closer, biting her lower lip in the sexiest way. “You don’t have much time. Are you going to ask questions, or are you going to fuck me?â€
  9. Just curious if there are any tales you've always wondered about while reading my stories. This more or less is a Darkniciad thing, since pretty much everything else I write is self-contained. That doesn't mean I won't consider ideas related to my other stories, though. I'm sure many will answer that they'd like to know how the characters in the Nobles series ended up as the Nobles of Egoria, and I'll certainly write that one day. Sure there are plenty who only have one answer as well: "The rest of Sisters of the Mists!" I'm doing my best. It's just hard for me a lot of the time, because with every scene I write about Danica, I see my late wife in my mind's eye. I hear her voice. I can feel her touch. Smell her hair. There are days when that's wonderful, and days when it's painful as hell. Thought I'd get those two out of the way. "Ebon Genesis" came about because a reader was curious about the origins of some of Zoraster's perversions, and wanted to read about it. It sparked me, and I started writing the story almost immediately. So, anybody have a burning question they'd like to see answered in a tale? While I'm on this roll of forward momentum, I want to have as much to look forward to as possible, which should help keep me rolling along. New, exciting ideas of where to take my characters does that quite well. Feel free to make suggestions. You don't have to do it here. There's always the option of my feedback forms on the story sites, or my contact form here, but this topic is certainly an easy means to get your ideas to me. Even if I don't see a storyline, I can probably answer many questions you might have
  10. Here's a quick preview of what the upcoming "Hot Shorts" section is going to look like. First, the main page where you select the stories: And the comment screen Just finished coding it a few minutes ago. Originally, it was only going to contain continuations of existing stories, but the section is now ready to accept original short stories that don't appear anywhere else, either. Reason being that I have one I'm likely to post for a contest on a forum that otherwise won't appear on the story sites. Just awaiting a finished story to go into the database now LOL Should be a newsletter subscription page before too much longer as well. I'll preview that here when it gets a little closer to completion. I'll likely add a direct contact form eventually as well.
  11. A little preview of my nearer-to-release second illustrated story, "A Handy Man". ========================== Samantha walked to the parking garage with mixed feelings. Her lunch date with Bob had quickly proven a waste of time. He was attractive, but he’d already bored her to tears by the time the food arrived. On the other hand, the denim skirt she’d found while shopping afterward looked incredible on her, and it was so deeply discounted that she didn’t even feel guilty for buying it. Granted, it was a bit short and daring for a woman of thirty-seven, but all those considerations had vanished as she admired how good it looked in the mirrors of the changing room. A bit of daring might just be the thing to catch the eye of someone better than Boring Bob – who wasn't even the low point of her return to dating after the divorce. She sighed, thinking back to how she'd arrived here, as she had so many times the last few years. Lack of common sense – and a condom – had sent her to the altar already pregnant at eighteen. She'd married too young, and the stress of raising a child on top of it didn't help. They'd made it work for fifteen long years, but when she caught him with a bimbo not much older than their daughter, that was the end of it. Despite the troubled marriage, they had done well financially. What had started with a pair of rental properties had ended with a large apartment building in the city and a complex in the suburbs. She ended up with the suburban properties, where they'd made their home for the last few years. After a rocky start, what she'd passively learned from her ex combined with determination to keep her comfortably in the black. Determination – unfortunately – wasn't helping her overcome the learning curve of dating, which she'd only had limited experience with so long ago. As much as she wanted love and romance, at this point, she would settle for passion. At nearly six months and counting since she'd had sex with anyone other than herself, it was becoming more than a little depressing. Enough of that, she thought upon reaching the garage. Giving a shake of her head that rustled her blonde locks, she chased the dark thoughts away. With her daughter enrolled in college, but safely close by in one of the apartments she owned, she could put some focus on getting a life of her own now. Traffic was a nightmare, forcing her to concentrate on the crazy people around her rather than the sob story her inner voice was trying to foist off on her. When she reached the saner quarters of the suburbs, her thoughts had turned to relaxing by the television with some ice-cream and catching up with recorded episodes of her favorite television shows. By some miracle, none of her tenants interrupted her, and no other pressing business came up. By doing a little housework, and then rewarding herself with another episode, she made a fair dent in both cleaning and the programs on the DVR. With evening upon her, she decided to turn in early, expecting that the lucky break would probably come back to bite her in the butt tomorrow. As she showered, the feeling of the water splashing on her body and her hands running over her skin served to send her hormones racing. She could count the number of times she'd had sex since the divorce on the fingers of one hand, and those fingers had gotten quite a workout lately. In the last couple of years, her libido had gone into overdrive for reasons unknown. She tried to resist, rinsing away the last of the lather from her body and stepping out to towel dry. It didn't work. ============== One of the images from the story is on my "About" page, where I run down how I make these. Here's another I finished recently.
  12. Here's a quick preview of the upcoming exclusive web short, "Breakin' in the Boy" ===================== Matthias brandished his sword, showing no sign of concern that he was down a point to his father in their sparring match. He had just scored a point with a lucky stab, and Christi knew that her son was in trouble. He proved it a moment later when he said, "You look a bit winded, Father. We could always call this a draw, if you’d like." Christi chuckled when she saw her husband’s lips curl into a smile. Yep, he’s in trouble. "Ready, boy?" Mindblind asked, lifting his sword. "Whenever you are." Mindblind led with a vicious slash of the longsword he’d chosen at random from the armory, forcing Matthias back. Having begun his training as soon as he was old enough to hold a dagger, the younger man knew he couldn’t take the force of the blow, and deflected instead. He answered back with a quick slash, but Mindblind easily brought his weapon into position, batting away the sword well short of its mark. As it had three times before, steel rang on steel in the sweet music of battle. Matthias was giving a good accounting of himself, but Christi knew her husband was holding back. She’d already seen three opportunities for him to end the fight, but he was waiting for something. After a spinning disengagement that looked impressive – but left him vulnerable to an attack his father once again ignored – the over-confident young man said, "The offer of a draw still stands, Fa–" Christi winced when Mindblind surged forward, batted Matthias’ sword to the side, and brought his knee up into the younger man’s stomach. Her son crumpled to the ground with the wind knocked out of him, sword falling from his nerveless fingers. Mindblind tapped the flat of his sword on the top of his son’s head and said, "Point." "That..." Matthias began, but then had to take several gasping breaths before he could continue. "Wasn’t fair." "Nothing fair in a fight, boy," Mindblind declared as he held out a hand to help his son up. Matthias turned toward his mother, his eyes full of indignation. Christi shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Your Dad’s right. He could have had you a half dozen times. Don’t look for any sympathy from me. If it had been me, I’d have put my knee right between your legs, and you’d still be cross-eyed." Mindblind chuckled. "If this was real, you’d be dead now, instead of trying to get some air. Come on." Reluctantly, the young man took his father’s hand and stood. "Okay?" Mindblind asked. Matthias nodded. "A fight ain’t a show, and it damn sure ain’t anything with rules. It’s either you or the bastard trying to carve you up. Stop playing around and showing off. We’ve taught you better’n that, Matthias." "That shit your friends are showing you isn’t good for anything but making stupid girls swoon," Christi added. "Start fiddling around and drawing pictures with your sword point like that in a real fight, and somebody’s going to have you stuck before you know it." Finally, the anger in his features drained away, and Matthias nodded. Mindblind gestured toward the armory. "Go put your sword away. Deal’s a deal, and you lost, so get to your chores." "Yes, Father." As the young man walked away, Mindblind leaned his sword against his shoulder and muttered, "Father," with obvious distaste. Christi shrugged. "It’s not that bad, and I’m sure he’ll grow out of it. It’s just all the court manners and trying to pretend he’s grown up." "Dad. Pa. Pops. Anything but Father." "Feeling old?" "Want to go a couple of rounds and find out?" Christi shivered and twitched her eyebrows, eliciting a hungry smile from her husband. Their sparring sessions almost always ended with hot, sweaty sex. Unfortunately, there was no time. "You have to play dress-up in an hour." Mindblind growled, but it was more show than actual irritation. After so long as Duke, he’d grown to at least tolerate the daily necessity of holding court. The thought of sparring – and the aftermath – did remind her of something, though. As she grabbed his hand and led him back to the keep, she said, "Remember the other day when Danica was here?" "Yeah." "The boy was drooling all over her, and it’s becoming a daily thing." "He’s that age." "Yes, and it could turn into a problem." Mindblind grunted. "Probably right. Not much we can do about it, though." "I had an idea about that. I told Danica that we should probably take him into town and turn one of the working girls loose on him." He nodded, understanding the logic. "Get it out of his system, huh?" "And on our terms. Better than knocking up one of the girls from the kitchen," Christi said as she opened the heavy wooden door into the keep. "Alice’s," he suggested. "The girls are clean, and they take potions to keep them from getting knocked up. She’s got this new girl, Jillian. Picky about who she’ll fuck, because she’s in it for the sex more than the coin. Turning into a contest in the barracks to see who she’ll take." "Sounds good to me. When?" "I’ll talk to her after court, and take him after dark. Ain’t talked to Alice since she dropped in before taking over from Samantha at the Nymph." The memory of her husband introducing the busty blonde sent another chill racing up Christi’s spine. "Maybe we could have her come for a longer visit some time, too." "Heh... That’s something I ain’t done with her in years." Unable to resist, she pulled him down into a tongue-wrangling kiss. "I think this is going to work out just fine."
  13. Here's a preview of both an upcoming section of the webpage and a continuation of the story "Jerk". I'll be adding to existing stories in this section - called "Hot Shorts", and these continuations will only be available on my website. They're going to be basically more sex between the characters, although some character development may creep in there. I just don't feel that these continuations have enough substance to qualify as a "chapter 2" for posting to the story sites. Anything that does feel strong enough will attain chapter status and go up wherever the original is posted. This picks up exactly where "Jerk" left off: ======================================= Tim closed the door and turned to see her already pulling off her top, releasing her gorgeous tits. “Same deal as before?†Part of him wanted to accept the deal immediately, but he hesitated as he walked toward the couch, trying to summon up the courage to ask for more. She must have sensed what he was thinking, because her eyebrows arched and she put her hands on her hips. Her expression was stern, but the only thing he could think of was how sexy she looked. “Are you trying to push your luck for more?†she finally asked after a couple more seconds of silence. Steeling his nerves, he nodded and answered, “Yeah.†She let out a theatrical sigh and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. “Okay, blowjobs instead of handjobs this time. One a day, for three days. Agreed?†“Deal,†he answered, not willing to risk a push for more. She shrugged as she unbuttoned her jeans. “Oh well. At least I won’t have to clean all the cum off my boobs. Why are your pants still on? Take them completely off – and your shirt, too.†Tim quickly whipped his shirt over his head, not wanting to miss any of the show as she pushed down her jeans, and then panties. She was nude by the time he kicked his underwear to the side. Not wasting a moment, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his cock. “So, when was the last time you jerked off?†It just so happened that he’d gone to a friend’s house the day before and come home so tired that he’d went straight to sleep. “Night before last.†“Make sure you warn me before you come. God, you’re going to go off like a volcano after saving it for two days.†“I promise,†he said, and then gasped when she licked the head of his cock while looking up into his eyes. She chuckled at his reaction, and gave him another lick. “Better than your hand, huh?†“Way better.†“You ain’t seen nothing, yet.â€
  14. Dug up a pile of the old images I used to build my covers. In addition, I located some higher res versions of some of them. Now that I have much better tools and a great deal more practice, I can clean some of those poor old things up. All of these images come from artmam.com by the way. The site has a policy that allows you to use any image in any way you wish so long as you link back. I do so on my copyright page, and I'll do so here again ( even though it appears that the site is all but dead ) Here's the first for "Finding Karen" Old Cover Image: http://www.darkniciad.com/covers/karen_cover.jpg New Cover Image: http://www.darkniciad.com/covers/finding_karen_cover.jpg
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