bizarre story in which a man discovers he's dead and eventually takes over ashley's body (don't worry, mary kate's in it too) Normally, I woke up at seven when my alarm went off. This particular morning, though, I didn't wake up at seven, I got up at six. I got up at six, I didn't wake up. Because I was dead. I didn't realize it at first. Like that guy in...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
A thick, wrought-iron sign with the single word "GRIMSLEY" was arched between two massive stone pillars that marked the entry to this all-girl academic enclave. Ms. Frobisher gunned her little red sportscar right between the pillars and up the long driveway, all uphill, to where Grimsley sat overlooking Lake Penasaukee, or Lake PenisSuckIt, as the guys at Ea...
We were about four, maybe five weeks from Earth and MC3 when I was startled by someone buzzing the door of my berth. It was just after twenty hundred hours. I was in my shower and getting ready to lie down for some much needed sleep; I was due to go on watch in another four hours. I stepped out of the shower and checked the monitor to see who was there. I w...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Bl...
The Beyonder appeared in a crack of lightening atop the Baxter Building. Although he was in New York his influence would be felt that night by Superheroines the world over... * Sue Storm woke with a jolt. She had gone to bed early, tired from a rescue mission that day that had drained her particularly. She looked at her bedside alarm clock and was surprise...
Those of a certain age will recall 1962 as an optimistic year, perhaps the last year of optimism in the troubled, tumultuous decade that followed. JFK and his New Frontiersmen were in charge; the GNP was humming along and Viet Nam was still a place most Americans couldn't locate on a map. The Cuban Missile Crisis lay a few months ahead, but we were still bli...
This story is unusual for me: a series of interconnected vignettes. Not all are entirely uplifting, or equally erotic, but I hope you find the result satisfying. There are fantastic elements but it doesn't feel like a good fit for that category; as it's short, I placed it here mostly as a catch-all. Enjoy! * * * [i.] She hadn't meant to lose the path. Ju...
"Well good morning!" Jimmy's voice was still sleepy as I slurped and sucked his cock to life. "Someone is off to an early start!" I moaned my agreement around his fat head making sure to not miss a beat. "Seems you are trying to live up to the name slut," I moaned in agreement again as he continued, "today we'll work on a wardrobe to match, now slide that as...
I have written this story for the one night in XXX story event. Thanks to Chloe Tzang for generating and organising the event and inviting anyone to enter. Please excuse any mistakes - I was racing against the clock to get this one finished. *** 6 February, 1788 Eleven ships have now been sitting at anchor in the sheltered waters of Port Jackson at the in...