Language barrier Stories

Lurday, Octember 32, Fifth Revolution of the Lindwyrm It is only with the greatest sacrifice that I escaped certain doom in the shipwreck of the mighty Intrepid. The weremaids—aesthetically pleasing creatures though ferocious they are—defended their territory with fiery ardor and without fear of our guards’ brutanium blades. Why they spared me, a simple scholar with little value on the slave market, eludes me. That may be...

His hands were warm. Calloused. But once my wetness coated them, they were perfect. Strong. Diligent, just like his mind, just like him. Gil was a good worker. Efficient. I know it sounds like I’m describing some machine, or some automaton. But ever stop to wonder why so many women turn to machines to give them pleasure? Gil, unlike a machine, had a compassionate heart, a shrewd mind, soulful dark eyes, and a sexy accent....

I could feel the hot baking sun reflecting off the white washed walls as I sat beneath the shade outside the little cantina. My mirrored sunglasses, scratched and tarnished lay on the table, angled so I could see the door to the interior in their reflection. My ex had always thought them very ‘passé’ but I had bought them with the first money I had earned from a paper round when I was just fifteen and even though they wer...