LubnaErach was looking at a likeness of their very own prince Rustum. The princess Lubna was showing an image of the Persian prince, and he deduced that she had painted it herself. The implication was clear. He didn’t know how he should tell the poor smitten princess that Rustum was a rogue who slept with every woman who crossed his path. The fact that he looked stunningly handsome helped him satisfy his lusty appetite....

Younos The Sultana sat down next to her husband, and cleared her throat. Everyone in the room was paying attention, including her ‘lord and master’. “They are using some manner of battle tactics,” she said. “Even a cursory examination of their sheer power will tell any of us that they could decimate our kingdom if that was their purpose. This means one of three possible alternatives. One. Someone inimical to our kingdom w...

“So ya gonna take the job or not?”Jessie looked coolly at the man sitting across from her.  She didn’t like him.  Not his silk shirt, not his slicked back hair, not his fake tan.  Gino the strip club owner.  He was a walking stereotype.  Her thoughts drifted mournfully to the Glade plug in working overtime in her office to combat this douchebag’s aggressive use of Axe body spray.  Then she thumbed through the bundle of ca...

      Melissa hurried down the street hunched against the rain.  Her wispy blonde hair matted down to a dull brown in the downpour.  The coat she held carelessly against the aggressive storm molded to her slight frame.  Yet it wasn’t the weather she was trying to avoid.  It was the stares.  The inescapable feeling that everyone knew.  Knew what had happened to her.  Knew she had changed.  Knew that she was a boiling cauld...

I awoke with a start when I realized I wasn't alone. The ghost was across the room from me, laying on the bed. I don't know what surprised me most -- that I had finally seen a ghost after so many months of searching, or that it appeared to be masturbating.It was nearly 3 am on the last night our group had permission to investigate the haunting at this old hotel. There were twenty volunteers stationed around the building m...

September 22nd, 1:30 p.m. I arrived at the Rosemary Psychiatric Institution, where I’ve been promised an interview with a patient who was admitted over two years ago, and whose mental condition remains unchanged. It’s my hope to learn more about the conditions of her admittance, as the media would only say it was of an ‘occult nature’. Those words were what first got my attention. I was a man with a dream of one day becom...

I open my eyes feeling fuzzy and out of sorts. I have just had the strangest dream about a blind date. Moving to stretch, I meet resistance that immediately brings me into sharp focus. Adrenaline dumps into my system. My heart pounds and my breath comes in a ragged gasp as I realize that my hands are bound behind me where I can feel rough rope cutting into my skin. I kick my legs but only succeed in pulling the rope bindi...

Khalid sneered. He saw his lieutenant Mustafa inserting his cock into the folds of the red skinned beauty with perfectly formed breasts and thick, curly black hair that fell to her shoulders. She nodded, feigning pleasure on her face, and oohed and aahed more than Mustafa’s wife must have in bed.  Khalid felt he had gotten the best of the lot. She was light skinned, and appeared to be of Teutonic stock. He wondered where...

The clang of steel interrupted the afternoon post prandial stupors of all palace personnel. It was the Sultana training her children in sword fighting. Everyone stayed clear of the practice arena except designated personnel. The only designated personnel were the ancient Zaran, a sword master who had been teaching the royal family for two generations now, and a young lady, Zoya, who was his granddaughter and who was the o...

The whole palace had the smell of myrrh. The myrrh was a decoy, a mask, a facade. It masked a subtle odor that one would not want to associate with such an esteemed part of the desert land. The emperor sat on his throne, leaning forward, trying to pay attention to what his vassals were saying. He didn’t really need to, nor could he hear that well. He had been a powerful man once. He stood several inches over six feet in h...

An Anniversary to Remember The harvest had given way to the last month of winter in San Francisco. A young couple walked along the old pier, a pier which is simply called the Muni pier by most locals. The fisherman cast out by the rocks which contour the shoreline area. The seagulls, wheeling and crying calling out to one another as they dove, wings skimming the surface above the foam in search of food. The chill of winte...

Viola Hunter ran as fast as she could. There was no time to be wasted. She was buxom and tall, and her long, straight, black hair was tied into a thick plait that offered a strong contrast to her olive skin. It was currently flying behind her, as she ran to preserve her modesty. The rogue cock was in pursuit. There had been many such pursuits all over the land. The rogue cock was the penis and balls of an ancient magician...

The diary of Joseph Barker July 10th, 2014; Dallas, USA. When we traveled to the Scottish vale, none of us understood my friend Gloria's sudden change of temper. She was a cheerful girl at the best of times, but the moment we entered that land, she became extremely moody. Gloria is a girl who does whatever she does with absolute finality and with a determination that has been an envy of many in our circle of friends. So w...

Compel. A young gay shape-shifter has a run in with a member from the local pack. "Hey." I glance up from my desk and see a tall guy standing in front of me. He looks like a movie star, with his dark blonde hair, green eyes and tan skin. "Can I help you?" I ask, going back to my drawing. It's a swan, gliding on the lake surface, but I can't get the feathers right. "Are you Hayden Grant?" His voice is deep and smooth. "Yes...

His eyes rolled back in his head. That smell…He’d know the scent of his mate anywhere. Opening his eyes again, he quickly scanned the crowd. There, near the back of the room, talking to his best friend, Derek, stood the most beautiful man he’d ever seen. Nodding and forcing a smile, Rhys made his way through the crowd, eager to get to the little man. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Rhys walked up beside Derek...