Jenna woke up and wished she was sleeping again. Luckily, until they'd mated she couldn't get pregnant. At least that's what Gary had told her. She didn't know much about Werewolves but she was learning fast. Thankfully, her beautiful white wolf visited her in every sleeping moment. Sometimes she even felt like he was real, like she could reach out and touch...
The sound of metal and glass sliding against each other woke Tiffany. She looked around the room that she was in. Everything was white and sterile. Wasn't she in her office last time she was awake? Who had moved her, for what purpose, and how? A floodgate of questions began to roil through her mind. A sudden tingling in her stomach made her attention move fr...
I am trying to get these chapters out as fast as possible without letting the quality suffer. I'll probably reread this and wince as a result of my rushed efforts. However, as always, I appreciate all comments—good and bad. To those of you who have been leaving comments, thank you so much for taking the time to do so. Hopefully this time-hopping won't get to...
Ivory was consumed by the flames of jealousy. All through the night her moist vagina was repeatedly stimulated by Glade's fingers. She shuddered many times over with the warm pleasure her older lover had orchestrated and it was into Glade's arms she collapsed, but the object of her jealousy wasn't the shaman. It was Ptarmigan who at that moment was in the...
The following nights and days were hard. They were cold, bitterly so, and not everyone was going to survive the winter months. Ivory was tested as she'd never been tested before. She could never have managed without the love of Ptarmigan who insisted on accompanying her lover on every visit to a villager who was ill, injured or about to give birth. This was...
Fay never liked getting up in the morning; she was more an afternoon/night type. She turned the alarm off and contemplated her day at work. Using her left arm she pushed herself upright in bed and pushed her paralyzed right leg over to the edge with her good left leg. She scooted towards her wheelchair alongside the bed and using her left arm again, and left...
A prosthetic arm dangled by her side. It attached to Alex's arm several inches above where the left elbow used to be and ended in a shiny metal hook. She wore her trademark white t-shirt and stiff Wrangler jeans. Standing in the space between the kitchen and living room, she brushed her fingers thought the short haircut and made a wolf whistle while looking...
His touch was delicate, almost reverent. It was far from how most men handled women, much less a woman like her. Usually anyone who bought more time wanted more from her; this man wanted to give more. So, so much more. She relived the encounter, lick by lick and stroke by stroke, listening to the muted vibrations of his mechanical member as it drove her ra...
The dark, purple clouds hung low on the mountains, heavy with moisture and were releasing their burden rapidly. The fierce winds were driving it on a slant, almost level to the ground, but five riders were mounted and ready to ride north, soaked already but unconcerned with the weather. Harlan looked at his clan and then to the others riding with him. Eamon...
"How you doing with your...." The postman started before tilting his head down towards Curt's wheelchair and lack of legs while Curt signed the postal form for a registered letter. "Just great." He handed the clipboard back and stuffed the envelope between his hip and the side of the chair. The postman looked him over a few more times. "The misses' been bu...