Chapter 1 I stared at the bag of granola on the top shelf that was out of my reach. Well crap. Okay Maddie, think tall thoughts. I stood on my tip toes, closed my eyes as though it might help, and reached in vain. "Need some help with that?" I turned to see where the voice had come from to find that I was eye level with a chest- a very manly chest,...
"Sometimes, I wish I still knew what it was like, to feel things, and to have a heartbeat," Shadya Ismail said, as she stood inside Dr. Jayson "Jay" Hawthorne's living room, looking more tired than he could ever remember seeing her. The tall, handsome African-American physician looked at her with concern, and for a moment, he looked much older than his thirt...
Part One: Getting Ready Rick Walker was not a patient man, and now he was being made to wait. His wife, Tiffany, was still primping in the bathroom. Rick’s friends, Sparky Jones and Pee Wee Burkett, would not wait on them forever at the bar. It was Friday night, and the three buddies always got together with their wives on the weekend. But they weren’t pati...
It started out as a joke and then things kind of got out of hand. Not that I'm complaining mind you, because as far as I'm concerned it all worked out. I had gone through a rough stretch, losing my job and my fianc‚e within two weeks of each other. I was down on life and I was down on women. I'd had a great job, one that I actually enjoyed getting up in the...
I had always thought my High School creative writing teacher was joking when he claimed to be a hunted terrorist. I actually had no reason to doubt his story, aside from the fact that it sounded ludicrous. He was of medium height, medium weight, medium build, medium rare, with a black beard that barely covered his chin and thin lips; it was more of a ten PM...
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...
Betsy Flanagan looked at the image in the mirror. The woman that stared back at her smiled. "Betsy, when you've got it, you've most definitely got it," she whispered to herself. Her five foot eight inch form was encased, at least partially, in black leather that hugged her curves like a second skin. The pants were a mesh weave below her crotch, showing plent...
"Who the fuck was that?! Who the fuck uses magic in Limbo?! Nobody! Not even La M'ag himself!" Valko was enraged. For the first time in a great number of years he felt useless. Once the psycho girl had run out it was his job to clean up the mess. Three young vampires' heads had exploded in the middle of a dance floor spraying blood and brains over the shocke...
Karen was amazing. I love looking at her when she's been freshly fucked. She glows, even coated in a layer of cum that threatened to glue her eyes shut if she didn't keep wiping it aside she's a beautiful woman. "Hey guys, clear out, I'm glad you guys had a good dress rehearsal but I need to talk to her." The policemen all nodded and piled into their separat...
After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. Well, I guess Human Recourses had me figured out. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites...