Open for contributions, this is intended as a collaborative story. The Savage Land is a hidden place, lost to time. Filled with plants and animals long thought extinct, dinosaurs roam vast plains and lush jungles of titanic trees while sabre-tooth tigers stalk their prey amidst its soaring rocky peaks. The vast ruins of long lost and forgotten civilizations...
"I'm not a cop," Magita giggled. "Why do you keep saying that?" Jill looked deeply into her eyes. "We need to talk." The last thing Magita wanted to do was talk. She had just let herself be fucked by the bar manager, which was bad enough for the undercover detective, but she had also just found out the whole thing had been video-taped. She had no doubt J...
Hello again! Thank-you for taking the time to read chapter four! I highly suggest you read '180 Degrees' parts 1, 2 & 3 before this or you'll be lost. And while being lost isn't altogether a bad thing, missing out on how these two ladies started out would indeed, be a bad thing, especially because their story is getting particularly good now! Settle in...
In my hometown of Biloxi, Mississippi, the story goes that a pumpkin farmer raced from his house toward the frantic pleas of his eldest daughter who lay pinned beneath a tractor. Upon seeing the girl, her father was seized by a tremendous burst of adrenaline, a miraculous shot of superhuman power that trebled his strength and allowed him to lift the machine...
"I'm so sorry Maggie," Jill cried as the two women sat in the club while the police took the reports and evidence. Magita was in no mood for talk, and said so. "I understand. I'm so sorry you got caught up in this. And that they..." Magita had already come to terms with her rapes – she knew there was nothing she could do to change what had happened, and...
I needed to gather up some will, and when I do that I sometimes lecture myself. "Girl, you're in London. You're overseas for the first time in your life. You just got divorced and you need to have some fun." That's what I told myself when I was packing for a three month stint working in London. I told myself that again as I checked in at my Hotel, which turn...
Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Brother Dominick parked in the rear parking lot of St. Elizabeth Parish's Trauma Center. He admired the five story building; all glass and steel; a truly modern structure. He could remember when the land he was now standing on had been a...
"Hey, Tally, you want anything from the cafe?" Claire asked. "No thanks, I'm full." As I said it, I could hear Rei snickering beside me. Panic swept over me, and I shot her a look that was intended to silence. Instead, incredulity was all she offered in return. True, it was a quiet, stifled laugh, and, true, it's not like anyone there had the slightest ide...
Hey everyone! Sorry that Chapter Two has been a long time coming, but I intend on posting this story fairly regularly now. If you enjoy reading slow-burn romances with some steamy sex sprinkled in, this is your story! If you haven't read it already, I high encourage you to read Chapter One. It gives a LOT of necessary context (and has some pretty awesome sex...
On the one hand, Annie Hughes hated the first ninety minutes of every day because it was very frantic and so very routine. Getting three people up and off to work and school was always annoying, and weird, and boring, and necessary; but she loved her family immensely! Every day her husband Chris left last, but when he finally did, she always let out a great...