Randall Meechum's POV Sulphur River Pack I groaned as I woke up, looking at the clock next to my bed. Two-twenty. My movement caused my mate to shift in my arms, her leg coming up and bumping into my morning wood. I groaned again as she moved her hand down to it. "Morning love, or should I say good afternoon." "It is," she said. "I love waking up this...
Supposedly there was a time and a place for everything; as if the entire universe would come together like an audience to bear witness to a single blip of time and the perfect assemblage of particles and circumstances that would hear a child's first words or the detonation of a nuclear weapon. This was one of the stories, the salves, humans applied to face...
Summary: Three girls and a guy have a night to remember. Note 1: This is dedicated to Daddy and Babygirl for requesting this story. Note 2: This is a Halloween 2020 Contest Story so please vote. Book Club Orgy Tori, Christine, Patrick and Tracy had formed a book club together, and had been meeting every Thursday night for the past ten years. In addition...
Chapter 13 On Sunday I went home to Mum's and had to rehearse what happened on Friday, and announce the lack of a wedding on Saturday. She deserved a full accounting after her sterling defence of me at the hotel. The members of the family who were assembled did not understand our delay in getting together again, and Mum, being ever practical, made a very pe...
"Well, there can't be any doubt now," the Girl Thief complained to the rat heard scrabbling through the darkness somewhere across the room, where it would hopefully stay. "I hate this town." Anyone human with her in the dark cell would have readily agreed. Duke Victor Guinness was a tyrant and quite low on every local's list of favorite people. High taxes a...
*Wakefulness is a race we cannot not win; Sleep is remorseless as all salvation should be* (Once more, to Frontma for coming through for me) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.) I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dr...
1. The glass door had a faux-bronze handle and the words "Has Bean's" stenciled on it in some non-specific ye-olde font. "Cute," thought Jennifer Sutcliff, nee Ludlow, as she paused in front of the suburban strip-mall coffee shop; "kind of moronic, but cute." She could feel her heartbeat in the back of her throat. "Oh heck, Jen, get a grip on yourself!" She...
Chapter 1: Studies in Nymphomania For some ten years now as a research psychologist I had studied and documented cases of what may have been termed nymphomania or extremes sexual appetites of women. During my doctoral research I discovered hundreds of cases that were easily linked to borderline personality and narcissistic disorders often traceable to physi...
There's hardly any graphic sex here, so if that's your cuppa you should probably read something else. I'm not opposed to erotic scenes, mind you, I just can't write them worth a tinker's damn. I know I could ask for help, but my first two experiences asking established authors for editing guidance were enormously frustrating. The first never answered and a...
Tania's POV Sulphur River Pack I woke in the morning suddenly, my stomach heaving. I pushed my way clear of Bobby's arms and ran into the bathroom, barely getting there before I started to throw up. He came up behind me, pulling my hair back as I finished retching. I leaned back on my heels and he went to the sink, filling up a paper cup with mouthwash....