Gods Pt. 06

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In trying to categorize this story, and deciding whether to break it into chapters or to go with a single story of multiple pages, I sought help. ElectricBlue66 stepped up and offered his; for that, I here express my thanks. I decided to place the complete story in EC, despite this first chapter's being better suited for First Time; the other chapters will balance it out to settle it into EC. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Every high school boy has one of two things: a girlfriend, or a girl on whom he has an unrequited crush. In the summer of 1979, I had the latter: Melanie Clayton, with whom I had graduated the weekend before Memorial Day. Five-two, one-oh-five, hazel eyes, brownish-blonde hair in a Dorothy Hamill pageboy cut, cheerleader, basketball player, my compatriot in the National Honor Society -- she was the total package, and every guy in Ashwood, Nebraska thought as I did. (To get you up to speed, Ashwood is ro

Author's Note: This story takes place in the same world, and the same timeframe, as 'Toofy', but that isn't required reading for the story to make sense. Author's Confession: I'm an arachnophobe. I may not draw as much from the real world with Drachne's physical attributes, because I don't want nightmares. --- It's always raining when the world is turned on its head. It might just be the humour of the gods, when they decide to change the fate of the world, just to screw with the mortals. Send the rain, and let them know that chaos is coming. It was raining the night a small temple found an egg on their doorstep, abandoned. It wasn't entirely unusual. The temple was a place of many services. They raised the companions, woman of education and influence, who were sold off as slaves to lords and ladies alike. It was rumoured that the temple also raised some of these official companions not just as the madams of the Empire, but also as political ass

Author's note: I would like to take this moment and thank a very special friend. She has been my inspiration, my muse, my editor, and my friend. I wouldn't have had the courage to write this without her. For the last year and half, she has meant more to me than I ever realized, and I will never forget my special lover and she will always have a special place in my heart. This story is dedicated to her. * She saw him the moment he walked through the door. She was at the front checking out customers at the local bookstore when the man in the blue shirt and jeans walked in and back toward the bookshelves. At first, she just caught a glimpse of him as she was counting change to the customer in front of her, she recognized him immediately, and had seen him come in a few times over the past few weeks, always browsing never buying anything. Knowing her break was coming up, she decided to take a chance and talk to him she been intrigued by his sexy walk and backwards baseball cap. Mo

1 The Sheppard family had, as the words of an old song went, 'picked themselves up, dusted themselves off, and started all over again'. Well, almost. They had drawn on deep reserves of courage and dogged determination to get through the searing losses of loved ones. In Jeff Sheppard's case, it was the loss of his wife, Mary, from a cancer caught too late. In Ava's case, it had been the loss of her darling husband Luke in a raging bushfire, he giving his life in saving a family as their house was scorched before it went up in an explosive firewall fanned by the raging wind. Luke had been Jeff's only boy. Luke had been the father of three small kids that Ava devoted her life to now, living as they did in the clapboarded house at the edge of the bush and some ten klicks from Brisbane. Jeff's place echoed in the empty silence; his Mary's sing-song voice no longer heard as she listened to some music station and went along with the words that she heard sung out.

"Better answer it." Shent, a female goblin who I rescued last night, had her hand grasped around my cock and her red eyes were locked with mine. Her black hair was still slicked back but I noticed her green skin had some drops of sweat forming. I knew what she planned to do and if I was sane, I would have told her no. But getting cock blocked right at the edge of pleasure by a phone call made me anything but sane. The number on the LED display read as "Mother". I pressed the accept button and, in my haste, instinctually pressed the speaker button. "What's up, mom?" My mother's soft voice called out, "oh, Alan. Oh God, are you okay?" Shent was slightly flexing the muscles in her hand but it stayed still. This made me shudder a bit as I replied, "yeah, I'm fine. Why what is going on?" "Well, Mrs. Prescott called me and told me she thought she heard yelling and curses coming from your place. And they sounded like a woman

On her fortieth birthday getaway he left the passports and tickets on the kitchen counter and they said nothing to each other for four hours on the drive home, screamed at each other spitting blame and excuses and then fucked across the same kitchen counter an hour after midnight. There wasn't a single thing that couldn't be made better by a ten minute quickie, or an hour finding the heat in all their familiar places. TLDR? Sex was the redeeming feature of the relationship from day one until the day he left. Back then, Clare was all woman, full honey blonde curls to the waist, thick thighs, green eyes and tits that looked ten years younger than she did. When they finally got away, he was a miserable companion. She wanted to see the megaliths at Carnac, he hadn't brought any walking shoes and bitched about his muddy brogues the whole time. She didn't expect cancer. And even once it sank in, she didn't expect to lose the arm along with the breast, only to find six m