Carly stared down at the papers in her hand, dumbfounded. He'd had her served at work. Was he trying to humiliate her? It's okay Carly, she told herself, you just have to get through this last year of law school and then you can move away from this God-forsaken place. "Whatcha got, Barbie? You look perturbed." Carly looked up to watch Liam approach. He loo...
The girl in front of me adjusted a faded red cloth in her back pocket, stuffing it farther down as if to assure herself that it was still there. I couldn't help noticing how the cloth draped over the pocket; following the movement of her butt as her weight shifted. The legs of her snug fitting jeans hid the tops of sturdy, yet worn, work boots. She was pay...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* ***** So how did I get here: I'm Waylon Fielding. I'm married to Celine, the younger daughter of the wealthy and widowed Ms. Melissa Harmon. Rounding out the family tableau of in-Laws are Melisa's elder daughter, Kerry Tatum, and Sonny, Kerry...
A dashing, well-dressed, incredibly handsome young man steps into the frame. A faint hint of amusement lies beneath his serious expression. This unbelievably (as in 'wow, much handsome such suave' rather than 'I absolutely don't buy this for a moment, you hack') handsome young man, who may or may not be the author addresses the reader. "Good evening, ladies...
In the haven of her unlit room, Callie lay drowsing in her underwear on top of the bed covers. It was early Friday evening, and the fan wasn't doing much to rid the air of the thick humidity that stuck to her. Ineffective as the fan was, she reached her hands out as if to gather whatever coolness it blew her way. The night before, Callie had committed to g...
This is second in a series of Fan Fiction stories that I am writing. Of course, to be familiar with the premise, you have to know something about the show, "American Horror Story." It is a deep psycho-sexual thriller about a mansion in Los Angeles, that is haunted by the ghosts of all the previous owners, who have died in it. I hope you have seen it followed...
Chapter 10 The Degradation of Busty Nightly Pamela Clayton stood over the bound prisoner lying sprawled on the table as the vibrators induced another orgasm that set her legs quivering and sent a trail of fluid onto the towel. "Now, my dear Busty, you're ready for your performance. I can't wait for everyone to see your new tits and your enormous pussy sha...
Chapter 9 We walked through the portal back to the study and I dropped my smile as the tense emotions in the room reached me. Just in two hours huh? "What happened," I asked in a tone of defeat. Simone said, "The Felesians have invaded again. They do it every couple of months, trying to get their people back." Felesians? Feles was feline in Latin, were t...
9 The Presentation Peter Hendon sat at his desk in the basement car park, leafing through a porn magazine left for him by the night guard. It was usually the quietest time of the day just after lunch, so he expected to enjoy two blondes caressing one another's mounds in a barn. However, Hendon's studies were disturbed by a van rolling through the gloom and...
It' a funny thing what hate can do to a man. Hate is an emotion which can lead you in so many directions. It can eat your guts out and turn you into a shell of a man who is useless or it can goad you into doing things which you swear you were never capable of accomplishing. Cory Harmon started hating one person a lot of years back and it sent him over the e...