Author's Note: This chapter is pretty bad. Lots of violence and blood shedding and even a bit of an explosion. This story is meant to entertain. I seriously don't want to be a blood whore. Is that what they call them? Enjoy! ***** It was the day after Wyattr's first nocturnal visit when I remembered what my father had always told me. Knowledge is power. I...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = It's so nice to be insane No one asks you to explain Radio by your side, Angie Baby Angie Baby, you're a special lady Living in a world of make-believe Well, maybe... Well, maybe... From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974...
She should have been mad. She should have thrown me out there and then. Instead my wife was disturbingly calm and reasoned. She was going to be worse than angry, she was going to get even. She was going to make sure I got what was coming to me for sleeping with that cute piece of ebony ass and that I would truly regret it. Although we were white, we lived r...
Here's one that's genuinely true, "warts and all" as they say... My wife has never shown any signs of wanting anything "extramarital" and although I'd dearly love to see her with another man I've never discussed it with her for fear of the repercussions. In light of recent events I now feel rather stupid . Emma has an old university friend called Tim who's...
A stamp to the wrist and Kari was in. It was ladies night at her favorite club and as always it was packed with tons of people. Kari loved the bright neon lights as they shot off into different directions. One of the biggest attractions of the night was the handful of girls doing their favorite dance number, on top of the bar. They danced the same steps to t...
Author's Notes: 1. This can be read as a stand-alone story. 2. Though there are a lot of bodies bouncing around, most of the sex in this part involves only two people at a time. - aliaspeterj P.S. Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on Part 1 *** Georgia didn't say she was waiting for marriage and Jon didn't get the sense she was a virgin. It wasn...
A cold breeze found its way through her threadbare shawl, causing the young woman to pull it closer about her shoulders. It reminded her of the chill she'd felt that morning when she had picked up the dirty newspaper the gentleman had dropped on the filthy east-London street. "Another Murder in White Chapel!" the title had screamed, immediately catching her...
Three video's into this little project and Lois's anonymous internet persona was developing the beginnings of a following. It had been about three plus weeks since the video with Quagmire and people had been steadily asking about fresh content and making request. Brian already had something in mind but he didn't want to burn Lois out. His concern was that if...
(Originally written as Dream Catcher Dreams.) Re-written, edited and expanded on to create this action packed, fiction thriller, fantasy novel, prepared for publication ... The Trinket. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter One: Janes Dream ~ Jane crouched on a perch just above the pedestrians that walked along the city sidewalks. Her feet firmly...
He stood tall, rifle slung over his shoulder. The alley was empty, had been for days. A Soldier followed orders. His assignment was to keep it that way. Days were long and hot, repetitious, so he now knew every corner and crevice on his watch. Not his duty to question, only to guard and protect. The scratchy threads of his uniform stuck to his body, holding...