Fantasy - Page 33



“Gods should be exempt from human passions.” -Euripides, “The Bacchae” *** Eros arrived. He could already tell he had quite a mess on his hands. There were two of them, a man and a woman, both in love with the other, though neither knew it yet
Rachel gets to ride, a bike and other things. She woke up and suddenly realized she was not in her own bed and then she remembered last night. Oh last night as she sighed. It had been some time and it felt so good to be with a man again and what a man
Sweet Young Hallie I still can’t believe what just happened. The young woman is sound asleep, facing me, her arm over my waist. My left hand is traveling up and down her smooth, naked skin, from the auburn hair to mid-thigh
This is the third part of a long story/fantasy that has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. The second part of the story really doesn't involve sex as much as exposition. This part picks up right where part 2 left off



Kate, Catherine and Big Black Cocks! Chapter 7 Chapter 7 But this motorcycle officer was no normal police officer? The city of Columbus had started hiring female officers over 20 yrs ago mostly for addressing domestic issues



I won't be able to post for a while as I leave for boot camp for thirteen weeks on monday and won't be able to write for a while. Please Read and review, let me know what you really think so I can get better



Introduction: Harry starts a new term with a great start. This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. [u]Chapter 1[/u ]Harry and Ron were just about getting ready to sleep



*SLAP!* My head whips to the side and my hand comes up to my lip where he slapped me, feeling it begin to swell. I feel something warm and sticky, and know I'm bleeding



My name is Gray, I’m 14 years old and I like guys. My eyes are golden green and I have brown hair. I’m athletic, almost 6 feet tall and slim
-1Best in Show Sitting in the garden reading my book enjoying the beautiful day. Elise bringing the phone “Excuse me Mistress but Master Agnar is need of you.” wondering why he is calling me so soon before our fall conclave which is never like him
Mother Daughter Feast (Part 8- Red Rides the Spit) At Anna's direction, Red pulls more of the spit through her pussy, with Anna guiding it towards her esophagus, forcing it through the cardboard and foil
It was one of those Monday holidays that's not really a holiday, but sometimes you still get the day off from work. My mother was planning to go out for the day and do some shopping. I was supposed to go, but then we needed to get the furnace cleaned
my first story) i was going round to jakes to play some xbox for a few hours we usually did this a couple times a week so around 1pm i left my house to go to jakes he only live 5 houses away from me so i knocked on the door but go no answer i was puzzled as jake told me he would be in



Teen Titan's Chronicles 4: Young Justice. Hi, I know I say this with a lot of my stuff, but sorry about the gaps between my writing. I haven't got much of a defence, except that I get easily distracted by other stuff and it takes me a while to get back to doing this



Delirium Lynx had always had a vivid imagination. He began to suspect that he had more than just an overactive imagination when he started seeing girls near his home and in his school. He didn’t go to an all boy’s school or anything, so seeing females wouldn’t normally be strange