As the party were shown into the Tabernas' large dining hall for the main meal, Ria was kicking herself. She can't believe she hadn't recognized the man at the hotel earlier as Carlos Sanz, the number one driver for the Cabo Blanco Racing Team. She was staring at Carlos. He looked so different than the photos in the CIA files that Ria had seen on him. Ria f...
Disclaimer: This fanfic is based off the Neverwinter Nights community module by the name of "A Dance with Rogues" created by Valine. I fell in love with this story and felt compelled to write something that compliments it. This story is rated Mature (NC-17) for explicit content and graphic violence. All characters except Shiloh, Bastian, Rhys, Nicca, Essex,...
Hey Alyssa, So I'm sitting here in my hotel room still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. I need to tell someone and, well fuck it, you've always been my judgement-free confessor. I actually tried calling your number but I guess you're sleeping (it's probably middle of the night there anyway, so oops, sorry), hence the email. Okay, let me b...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
This is a 2018 Winter Holiday Contest entry. If you enjoy the story, please consider voting. I'd like to give a very special thanks to Carlie for editing and improving the story. She was so great to work with. I truly appreciate her help. And as always, I welcome your comments, feedback and emails. I love hearing from you. Enjoy. -------- Heather le...
Nicole ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Her lungs were burning, her feet ached with every step, she was stepping on pine needles and other things, but she didn't care. She had to get away. She was slowing down and she knew that she was dead if she stopped. She had to get away; for herself and her best friend Jayne. A branch smacked her in the face...
Her Story (The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844—the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspecti...
Author's Note: This story was suggested by a discussion at the Story Ideas forum. * Busty Jessica and BedtimeStories sat on the edge of the hot tub, their feet in the churning water, masturbating furiously. Jessica held a large purple vibrator in her hand, and had it half inserted into her sopping wet pussy, vibrating at full speed. Her head was back, her...
WHAT IF, the One You Love Isn't the One for You? My wife and I married young, by today's standards. Her first job had been teaching 8th graders, and she hated it almost from the start, but tried to keep a good face on it. Maybe it would get better. By year three, she disliked the school, the kids and the administration, and the dislike was reciprocated. We...
Authors Foreword. This story could be another story about 'the people next door.' I have throttled back on the big words, and the sex going on does not increase the reader's heart rate. I am getting some good feedback via private. Thank you. ***** Barbara Gaston, a financial analyst for one of the nation's medium sized investment and retirement planning f...