Chapter 2: The American Dream Questions, Comments & Suggestions welcome. The restraints creaked and groaned as the voluptuous young blonde writhed against their oppression, her skin reddened and bloody from the effort. Butterscotch Fox lay naked on a reclining metal chair, bound at the wrists, ankles and neck by Diamentium cuffs. One arm was hooked up to an...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
(I did some work for some Jewish friends of mine, and told them how I loved to read stories and have them published. They offered to give me the true love story of a couple facing death over their love for each other. I found their courage and commitment truly invigorating and inspirational. I think it is one of the greatest love stories of all time. I think...
So what do you do when the girl you've just fucked is babbling in German, oblivious to your presence and the moment is growing long and awkward? Don't answer that, Bats, because your answer would probably haunt my nightmares. My response was a quick peck on the cheek, the promise to call her and a prompt exit stage right. She was a sweet girl, but I was afra...
Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...
The slapping of my balls against her cunt and the sluts moans, were all I could hear as my orgasm approached. My 9 inch cock was ferociously punishing her ass with a will almost of its own, nothing could stop it now from reaching its inevitable conclusion of releasing its trapped seed from the tightening sac swinging below. The instinctual urge grew closer...
In times of war, men and women are called upon to do terrible things. War is useless, wasteful and devastating. Yet it's a constant part of human existence. Often it's a large scale conflict involving powerful nations. Other times, it can be a war between households, businesses, neighbors, friends and family members. War cannot be avoided. I think it's part...
Hey Everyone, So this is the completely edited version of So, I'm Not a Vampire? Thank you searchingforperfection for helping me edit the entire So I'm Not a Vampire? novellette. Thank you to my beta tester, Fanfare, for reading the entire Peaches series. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to work out those rough edges in the story. Thanks :) Side note...
Sally West had something of a reputation amongst my coworkers for being a bitch. She often would complain about her orders, finding the silliest excuses to call back and make us come back out to her house. The other drivers hated her so much they always took her order last, which of course infuriated her even more. For some reason, though, she seemed to like...
Angie Meseret's Residence, Badhoevedorp, Amsterdam Wednesday, 09 October, 2052 09:36 Marcus Bleak decided to put the investigation on hold and attend to some personal matters. It had been a while since he had seen his ex-wife and even though the divorce had been acrimonious they were still cordial with each other. She had ended up with the house and most...