"Cherry-Pie; with extra napkins." I breathed luridly into the receiver of my wireless phone as I paced back and forth through my lonely, sparse, and untidy apartment. That was the code word for two prostitutes. I had to have an extra one this time. As long as you were content to never, ever be in the limelight, there were certain perks that came with workin...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between these character and events and any real person or events is strictly coincidental . . . and pretty darn impressive seeing as it is a science fiction story. Do not re...
I would like to apologize for the long delay since the last installment. Life attacked in a big way and I had one hell of a case of writer's block on this piece. I seriously considered ending the story. Every time I pulled it up, I just sat there. I wrote other things, some very good. However, I just couldn't move forward. Then one afternoon, I had a scrap o...
I found all the comments about Obamacare, spies, and remarks pertaining to what is going on with Wikileaks and Snowden to be interesting. Especially as this story was originally written in about 2006. :) It proves that there is nothing new under the sun, and what goes around, comes around. I pulled parts of my story from conversations with friends that worke...
(Chapter One - Logan) My name is Logan. I'm a tiger shifter. I work as a bouncer, a hit man, or a driver...whatever is needed of me. I'm not a good man. I take dangerous jobs that nobody else wants to do, and those risky jobs pay the bills. I'm also a bit of a ladies man, if I do say so myself. Or at least I was a man whore, until my latest job. Some old f...
Carmen sneered. "Amateurs!" She muttered as she surveyed the competition. She was standing on the doorstep of a cozy, suburban middle-class house that had recently seen massive and expansive renovation to add new rooms. A sure fire clue that the competition would be fierce. "And what makes YOU so special?" snarled one of her competitors, a midnight-haired,...
Theresa Simmons is the name. I'm a six-foot-tall, voluptuous and big-bottomed, dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Atlanta, down in Georgia. Although I look like an ordinary gal, if a bit Amazonian in stature, in most respects, I'm something else entirely. You see, I'm a shape-shifter. I can assume the form of any person or animal I touch. T...
Note to reader: Okay gang, first off i want to say sorry for taking so long in continuing the Dark series. I have got my first ever job at a uniform shop...for kids and since its that wonderful time of year known as the summer holidays I havent had a moment to myself let alone to write. Plus *Cough* I also publish fanfictions so they've taken some of my time...
Chapter 1 . 1816 March 3 8:01pm The manor was vastly filling up with guests as she looked out the window to see more horse drawn carriages coming up the path, all she wants is to forget this whole night is happening but she knows it must happen for she had put it off for to long. As she closes the blinds she walks over to her dressers and sits, while she l...
The original story was created by J.Swafford and further enriched by xxcecil and seraglio. Thanks, guys, for creating this wonderful, and oh-so-fuckable world ;) I would like to thank BushyBeaver, Unpublaauthor, and Greyhawk999 for their writing advice. This prologue is a slow start in sexual terms, so skip this if that's not your cup of tea. Prologue...