It had been a month and a half since the night of Bianca's first change. Things had been crazy around the club. Rebuilding, revamping security, making sure that some things never happened again. Raven was sleeping soundly when he felt teeth dig into his inner thigh, his eyes popped open and he started to kick but he saw Bianca hovering over him. The lines of...
Peter, his three daughters, and two sons in law, lived on a small horse ranch bordered on three sides by an old growth forest. They had once lived in the city, but a change in their fortunes brought them to this place just outside the small town of Bramble. Violet, the youngest daughter, and her husband Stephen lived in what had been the bunkhouse. Daisy, th...
This is my first submission in a very long time. I wrote this a while ago but never found the time to post it. I hope you like it. I always enjoy comments. Good or bad. Just keep it constructive. Thanks, and happy reading. It was an early start on that cold damp January day. You were asleep as we rode along CA18 No rth till we got to the 18/138 interchan...
This story came from a suggestion by an Australian reader. Thank you Tim!... ................................................................... On a Saturday afternoon I went to see Elaine. I was not sure that she was going to be there but I knew that Chris, Elaine's mother, would be. I rang the bell, and came in as I usually did. Nobody was around. I ca...
This is the last chapter. Heads up, there's no sex in this one, but read on to see how things turn out. Thanks to everyone who have read, voted on and favorited the chapters! *** I took Lynn home. She asked about the shiner, and I told her I was pushed accidentally into a piece of equipment. Her expression told me she didn't believe me, but I wasn't in the...
I stood at the foot of the porch steps, gazing up towards the door. Twelve steps to the top. I had counted them long ago. Twelve steps to the top, eight steps to the door, then just knock. Wow, sounded really easy when I thought about it. So, why wouldn't my feet move? Eleven years later and I still dreaded this place. All the old signs were there. My heart...
This journal documents our sex life through the week, from Saturday to Friday. It is written and posted with my wife's permission. *** Saturday + Sunday Wendy and I can't do much on the weekends, with three kids bopping about. They always seem to be under foot. We hug and kiss in the kitchen, and the kids make their "yuck" noises, as teens are want to do w...
There are times I wish a moment could last forever. An early morning dreary, we—Jerry and I were standing, facing each other, in the middle of an area enclosed by an eight foot fence. My hands rested on his forearms; his hands supported mine. It was like the day we were married -- nothing elaborate -- a simple late afternoon ceremony in a bar next to a store...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. *** Anger, boiling anger like nothing I had ever felt before washed over me. After realising my girl, my perfect pet wasn't just dancing on the floor but was allowing herself to be defiled the anger ripped through me stealing my breath and piercing my heart. I could see the panic...
There are times I wish a moment could last forever. An early morning dreary, we—Jerry and I were standing, facing each other, in the middle of an area enclosed by an eight foot fence. My hands rested on his forearms; his hands supported mine. It was like the day we were married -- nothing elaborate -- a simple late afternoon ceremony in a bar next to a store...