Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who sent me feedback and for all your support! Special thanks to my beautiful editor ThisKittyKat—she has been wonderful throughout this entire process and I couldn't have done it without her. If you haven't read the first chapter of this story, please take time to do so. The action picks up right where the last chapter lef...
(Thanks to Skorpan for the inspiration. I know it didn’t turn out how you wanted, but I enjoyed writing it for you, Eric) * I met my boyfriend, Nigel, when we were both sophomores at University. I’d seen him on campus, but never up close. And then once out jogging. I sort of decided to go jogging along the same path at the same time after that, just in cas...
Mark remembered waiting at a red light. He had kept a careful distance between himself and the school bus ahead, not only so that he could see the traffic light around its bulk, but so he could avoid the inevitable cloud of diesel fumes when the light eventually turned green. "Addison Grammar School" and a fancy crest were painted on its back. Mark knew th...
Thank you to all the feedback from previous Chapters. I hope you are enjoying the exciting world of Wolvren. All disclaimers from prior chapters still stand. Chapter 6 *** Somewhere deep in the Alaskan mountains "Stupid human! Curse him and his damn wolves! How could that puny human defeat me! I kill him. I'll skewer him and rip his fucking throat out!"...
Author's notes: I really wasn't happy with my last chapter. I was in a rush to upload it and I think that shows in how clipped the conversation is, especially with Nate; maybe in time I will post a revised version on the site, but in the meantime I am trying to finish what I've got. Secondly, this time round, I've needed to insert some plot, so there's littl...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy. Because the lunch hour was split into 'A' and 'B' sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn't the sorry c...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...
CHAPTER EIGHT – IN THROUGH THE OUT-DOOR © Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2008/9 Congratulations to all you lovely people who have managed to read thus far, and to those of you who harangue us on a weekly basis for the conclusion of this story, here at least is an increment bringing you a step closer to the final denouement. But sincer...
Hey y'all! This story is particularly kinky and has dirty talk, pup references, and other kinky things that you may not like! It is based on a bar in Saint Louis called JJ's but with quite a bit more kink and sex. Please enjoy! _________________________________________________________________ "Dude, I don't know about this..." "Relax, bro. You were the o...
I blame Jason Reitman. After five years, I had just about managed to get my friends to consider the possibility that frequent business travel does not necessarily equate to a series of one-night stands offering a smorgasbord of sexual delights. Any way I looked at it, it was a little humiliating to have to keep on affirming that I'm essentially a boring per...