"moving house isn't always a drag."
“Did I mention I hate moving?” I asked my boyfriend Jack after I had carried what seemed to be my millionth box up a flight of stairs and into our new apartment. All he could do was smile and nod;...
"Hot for teacher? No, she's hot for him."
(The following is a work of fan-fiction for an erotica author who was very inspirational for me when I was starting out, "Big" Timy Donehy. If you would like to hear me reading it aloud, please feel free to contact...
"In Which Lady Ailara et al Rescue The Enchantress"
Traveling with Talitanitia was spectacular. Some mornings I would wake up mid-orgasm, her greedy, long tongue snaking in and out of me, lashing across my clit at the same time. Others, I would instead awaken to some audacious act of...
"In Which Lady Ailara Sees The Bull Gets Cowed"
After that nasty business at the glade, we wandered on. As we moved ever northward, we began to hear a curious noise at night, and it wasn't until we were within sight of the source that we understood what it...
"In Which Lady Ailara Is Called To Service"
It was, dear reader, a most trying time in the life of this lady. The least of our worries was that it was raining. While the droplets rolled off of Oluth, and Valsivale somehow kept dry with an invisible barrier,...
"In Which Lady Ailara Is Confronted By A New Threat"
It was difficult for Oluth to convince us to stop sucking his cock. He had to pry Saela's lips from his thick ball sack and hold her away from himself, while shifting his hips to rob my whorish lips of...
"In Which Lady Ailara Does Some Shopping"
(Author’s Note: In this chapter, statements between (**)’s are from Ailara’s perspective as she peers through the eyes of others) I glared. I fumed. I stamped my feet. “I do not care how many tantrums you throw, Ailara. We are...
"We started kissing passionately as we lay on the soft cool grass."
We were driving to our next destination on our vacation during the fall months. We had enjoyed some of the local distractions and were really enjoying our trip as we drove down that dusty old road in the country. What...
It was a morning hunt; the last hunt of the opening weekend. Daylight was just breaking. Dark, mysterious figures along the forest line were finally beginning to reveal their harmless details; growling miniature beasts transformed into harmless, dead stumps as...
"I was toying with the idea of a Tattoo so I popped into a parlour on Princes Street"
I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo, not one of those full arm jobs that seem popular with merchant sailors and hairy bikers but something discreet, somewhere discreet, if you know what I mean. I had mentioned...
