Moira ran her chipped red nails through her raven-colored hair and clenched her deep-set eyes. The brightening room offered her no quarter from the light of the rising sun. The throbbing, stabbing pain was the final payment for a night of revelry and chea...
“Bullseye!” the masculine, yet almost whimsical creature said to himself. His arrow found its mark in the plump round ass of the unsuspecting target. The middle-aged woman’s facial cheeks instantly blushed and her eyes glistened as she coveted the average...
A loud banging on the door, as if the world was ending, woke him from his slumber, staring confused out in the darkroom. The only light sources were the full moon shining behind the thin curtains and the small trace of a yellow glow shining from under the...
The virginal maiden threw open the gnarled door. "Witch of the Wood! Help me!" "Speak." "I'm to be wed, but when I look upon him it leaves me cold." "No flush, no quivering quim?" "Nothing!" The sorceress stood, hood pulled back, robes spread wide. The gi...
Still and silent stream in the midnight darkResting amongst the flax is the night sky beauty herselfQuenching a thirst from the sweet, still watersWinds that whisper vows and carry the faintest of spellsHer eyes are deep pools of wintery waterPlaying in t...
Once upon a time and far away in the small town of Desiter, there was an old man with an incredible story to tell. Everyone in the village thought him an old fool, but a fool he was not. For he had a plan that he had put into motion years ago. "Glamora Tr...
Comely ye oh fair thee beCommingled glee flows free,My weld to you grandiose, completeCum well thy maiden sweet.A purposed duty undiluted,This swelling staff non-concluded, Mi eunuch saber, yours to whiskUndo mi brooded, odalisque.No high reigned tyrant's...
An eye for that which rates above The rarest art that moves the soul Beholding that deserving grand I have such vision, I am such man. Forsaken eye, which does not see The fairest frames or curtaining I'm blinded not for my remiss But lack of lace and gle...
The Lady of Shallot Like an onion, you'd have me peel Knowing full well how I'd feel. Swooning, my head it would reel As naughty glances you would steal. Layer after layer must fall off Until at last all clothes I doff. But for you is that enough? What mo...
