Twice as long as recent chapters; more plot than porn. Two more installments after this one. Adrian's not coping well in this chapter I'm afraid, but on the plus side we get to hear from Dan for a bit. Stick with the guys! ______________________ "You should have fucked that guy with all the tattoos," I tell Dan when we hit the sack. "Will you stop it! I...
Edgartown, FLA Ch. 01 by BJ Michaels I don't know why I said what I said and did what I did. I had never done anything like that in my life until last night. No, really.... The first beer went down so easily I had another one and then another. Beer seems to go right thru me so I hurried to drain the lizard. I'm taking a leak in the nasty smelling men's ro...
~*George*~ Carmen, the youngest werewolf of the Banes pack, was fidgeting. Her being able to do that while sitting down in the most comfortable recliner George owned was a feat for itself, but she also made it look easy. "Do I really have to?" she asked for the third time, her eyes pleading more to Mary than to George, whom she had found to be utterly untou...
(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Fourteen Guy jacked himself furiously. He had just cum all over the tile floor of his bathroom, but his cock was as hard as ever. The need to plunge it into Mel was overwhelming. He gritted his teeth and tried to force hi...
not another werewolf story! I follow at a guarded distance the man who just saved my life, unsure of how much I can trust him not to take it later. He walks briskly, taking great strides with labored ease. He maneuvers the night as if it's day, lumbering about the backwoods like he doesn't feel the roots and bumps underneath. His manner disgusts me but his...
The punch Ivan had given him had been so painful. Henry bled for minutes before it finally stopped. He was so happy that he had finally found out Ivan was George. Even the punch he had given him could not stop his happiness. "I am going to follow him." He said as he stood up. "It's very late and I am sure he will not allow you to see him." Andrew hissed....
Cursed Gift 2: Taken copyright 2008 Patricia Osmundsen Author's Note: If you haven't read Cursed Gift, you might want to, before you read this. This is a sequel, after all, and rather than recap events and explanations, I've simply carried on from the first story. If you did read Cursed Gift ... well, I edited it, added a scene or two, and a bit mor...
For Gracie's Daddy * * * * * * Philip had been a part of our household for almost a week. My uncle, Will, Philip and I were having our breakfast in the bedroom on trays that Will and Philip had thoughtfully provided. "I had meant to tell you earlier but it somehow slipped my mind," my uncle said, "that I need to be away most of the day on business. The al...
Rick didn't like dogs. If he did he would have paid some attention to whether his apartment house accepted dogs before signing a year's lease and painting the living room wall hunter green in anticipation of an even longer tenancy. His dad knew he didn't like dogs. And he probably had taken the time to discover that there was a "no dogs" clause in Rick's ap...
The name's Piper. Peter Piper. But I don't pick pecks of pickled peppers. I solve cases. I'm a private dick. That's a detective for those of you who don't know the lingo. A private eye. It was a miserable Friday afternoon. Cold, damp, foggy. The weather was foul. And so was my mood. My bank account was dwindling at an alarming pace. I hadn't had a case in w...