Ch.11 Goodbyes Lenny grabbed the phone, as the guys worked on the compound, taking down all the extra enforcement measures they put up. "Can I speak with Mr. Teller?" "Sorry, Ma'am, he's out right now, can I take a message?" "Yes, when he comes in, could you have him call Dubrowski's Funeral Home. My name is Anna Dubrowski and he can ask for me...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Lionsgate Television, Weiner Bros and American Movies Classics. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made fro...
Copyright Oggbashan December 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is set at the time of the Hundred Years War. Convers...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am sl...
"Fuck! Just my goddamned luck!" Though no stranger to cursing, Pam's outburst had a rare fury as her brand new MINI coasted, engine silent, to the side of the country road. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK, fuck, fuck-fuck!" The car settled to a stop. It wasn't just that her still-got-that-new-car-smell MINI had died. It had died, as her next vitriol proclaimed, "In the m...
It is a beautiful day, and I get up in the morning feeling great. My name is Travis Taylor, and I am 32 years old, 6'3" tall well built due to good genetics, considered rugged good looking instead of handsome and weigh 205 pounds. I unfortunately am single, as three years ago I found my wife Bonnie fucking 2 men at once in the old DP mode when I got home ear...
I, Rhodri of Kernow, write this in remembrance of my patron, Bishop Asser. The good man loved the House of Wessex all his days and was friend and confidant to Ælfred, whom men now call the Great. Our King now is Athelstan, may The Good Lord and the Saints keep him, and Bishop Asser would have been full of joy to see it. For surely there can have been few Ki...
This is my first attempt at writing anything for publication other than business and training materials so I want to take this opportunity to thank my new friend Angel_Love for agreeing to be my editor. If you like what you read it is due in great part to her assistance. Also I would appreciate any feedback that any of you readers would care to send me. *...
Yes she was there right in the middle of the sunny afternoon to attend to the crucial match of her newly owned soccer team, the Red Blue Strings. Right at the center of the small Vip area she was a stunning presence. The delicately pale neck and face protruding from her expensive white fur coat, designer wraparound oversized sunglasses covering her eyes,...
I didn't see Parvani for almost two weeks. I didn't run into her on the bus, or at school. I phoned her house; her mother took a message. The second time I called, it was Simran who answered. - "She's not able to come to the phone." said Simran. From the tone of her voice, I could tell that Parvani was home - and that Simran didn't appreciate being asked to...