Hello everyone. This is my first submission, so I crave your indulgence. I do not like to write without trying to develop a convincing world and character for that. I hope I have done that here. Unfortunately due to that the page number of the submission has blossomed into much more than I initially intended. I did not set out to write a quick stroke story...
"Finish up what you're doing, Fleming. Descent Prep starts in T minus two-forty." Flight's voice came over the station's public address system, echoing around the long circular outer corridor. "How does he...ooo, fuck yes, nnhh...always know? ...oh yes. Fuuuck!" Fleming's voice rose with a squeal of delight as Jonah pushed hard into her sweet cunt, pulling...
This is but the first in what may (or may not) be a series of stories; I have left the ending open. If you like what you read, shoot me some feedback and tell me what you'd like to see! In the meantime, I hope you all will what I have written down here. It took me quite some time, perhaps too much, and the short story turned into an epic one. So get a drink,...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...
Prologue God, there has to be an easier way to make a living. Dave Parker was on his back in the loft of an old detached house in Surrey. The owner, who had recently been widowed, was having some work done on the house before she put it on the market. The Private House Sale Act of 2007 compelled the vendor to indemnify the purchaser of a property in the eve...
Author's Note: Sorry about the extended wait on this one! Life keeps me busy. Edited by Expoh, AnnabelleFalls13, Michael Scott, Zald, and I.C. **** Vuntha stood at the top of the hill. Behind him, down the slope, lay the sprawling encampment of the People-Under-The-Mountain. The once-bustling tent city was emptied, devoid of activity but for the wind whi...
Thanks for choosing this story. This one is pretty long. Lots of story, and some sex, too because getting from friends to lovers is complicated -- lots of elephants to tackle. Everyone in this story is over eighteen years of age. +++ The river's running free and strong this afternoon, the tide seeming to rush and trip over itself to reach inland, racing t...
Chapter 1 "Steve, is that really you?" I was sitting in a food court at a mall, working on the ever-present laptop, waiting for my son and almost daughter-in-law. Even though I hadn't heard that voice in almost fifteen years, I knew instantly who it was. Looking up, I smiled. "No Kara, it's someone else. What kind of a dumb statement was that?" She flin...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...
Backroads or: On Being Blown Sideways Down the Road Less Traveled There's something peculiarly energizing about a road trip, even if, as is so often the case, it's a journey to nowhere in particular. Even if you've been down the same road a hundred times before, there's always the hint of something new in the air, some new adventure at hand right around t...