I do not own WWE nor any likenesses or trademarks nor do I know the wrestlers in the story. Championship Confections was the finest candy and dessert catering business in New York, if not the entire east coast. They covered birthday parties, business functions, and other various events and made every sweet treat from A to Z all by hand with time, love, sinc...
The sun beat down on yet another glorious day of heat in the sprawling, sparkling, dream-filled metropolis of Shorehaven. The summer's heat rose from the warm ground in shimmering air as the city went about its business, whether it was people heading to the beach for the glorious sunshine, heading to work for whichever job they were employed in, or simply do...
PART ONE Before you read any further I'd like you to ask yourself one simple question: have you ever felt jealous? I mean TRULY jealous. I'm not talking about the kind of jealousy you feel when your boyfriend tells you that he got drunk at a business conference and slept with some airhead from the office, although that kind is bad enough. I'm talking about...
Hey folks, I know the past two weeks have been a murder fest, but sometimes fictitious people have to die. I promise you that there will be no fictitious deaths in this story, so those of you who can't stand it when imaginary people die are safe. I did borrow the results of the car accident from one of my favorite classic LW stories. Those of you who've been...
(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun. This...
Original story: Stormbringer Adapted/ continued: RogueAlan NOTE: Stormbringer created essentially a screenplay for Recession Blues, which has been an illustrated comic. He graciously allowed me to flesh it out into the story that was chapter 1, and to take his memorable character and see what I thought would happen next. I believe I once read where he said...
"God damn it!" Tracy spat out as she jabbed the disconnect button on her cellphone. "I hate that fucking car. Do you know how much it's gonna cost to get that transmission fixed?" I was driving and she was beside me in the front seat of my car. I knew better than to answer. "Twenty-five hundred fucking dollars. That's how much." She wisely put down her c...
Ahhh, Christmastime at the underwear store... Make sure you read all the Holiday Contest entries and vote on your favorites! * * * There's nothing quite like driving along the sea on a nice, warm day, windows down, smelling the salt and letting the sandy sun soak into the car, driving out the smells of stale coffee and old fast-food wrappers. Today was a...
Looking up, I saw her in the companionway—blonde, young, tanned, grimy and scared, in bare midriff crop top and dirty white shorts--as she quavered, "well, where're we off to?" - - - - - Walking down the dock in July of 2001, I pulled the little two-wheeled fiberglass cart behind me, loaded with a generous 10 days worth of food and supplies, for an early s...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Author's Note: Please check the tags before reading this story, as it features some niche content that will not appeal to all readers. ***** "Alice Wick! Please pay attention," Mrs. Crowley snapped, glaring at the darkly elegant student in the back. "Sorry, Mrs. Crowley," Rin grumbled...