In days of old, when knights were bold... and let's be honest, clanking around the place in metal underwear is hardly the sort of thing for a shrinking violet... well naturally these old, bold knights needed some way to pay for fuel for their sturdy steed, to say nothing of a regular supply of WD40 to prevent their joints seizing up. Fortunately there was still a ready supply of dragons around too. And since some of those dragons had the bad manners to burn crops and eat virgins, the whole race got a bad name.
This gave knights a chance to prove they were bold and stopped small boys from saying things like "Who's the dork in the tin can, Ma?" Well that was all very well, but it was also quite dangerous. Despite the press releases, knights didn't always win in a fair fight. So if you happened to be a rather less than bold knight, then you tended to stay away from the really scary dragons and missed out on the big rewards, to say nothing of the beauteous princesses who were in regular need of being rescued. Such a one was Sir Archibald...
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About the Author
I joined the internet in 1998, first writing short stories for literary sites and then teaching myself HTML. Since then I have created a number of web sites including the one which displays my free art and stories, as well as news about what else I have published. I use Poser, 3D software to create the covers as well as hundreds of other erotic images. At the time of writing there are around 1500 free erotic and explicit computer art pictures on the site. These include companion series to some of my books, putting a face (and more) to the sexy girls. So as you can figure, I write erotic and explicit stories. Some aspects may be based on experience. Or they may not. You decide ;) I'm happily married and plan to stay that way. I do touch on subjects that may not suit everyone, including group sex, lesbianism, harems, orgies, step-relative relationships, paranormal erotica, alien sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism, and medical malpractice. If you prefer the cuddly, conventional romance, I wish you happiness but I don't think I have much for your tastes.