The Author Part 5: First Friday at the Circle B The following is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person or place, living or dead, real or imagined, is purely accidental and unintentional. Bill turned down a small two-lane road and drove past a slight turn. The road widened and a large guard shack stood ahead near an open gate. A man in sports...
The jam started before I even reached the motorway. There was no turning back; I had been fined for reversing off the slip road on a previous occasion. I turned the radio on to hear that; "We are getting reports of an accident on the M60 clockwise." I should have turned it on earlier, but the alternative routes were through the outskirts of the city, I would...
I thought this fancy college might have some other hard working souls staying over, but apparently not. It was classic post-apocalypse. The pathways were vacant and the gothic halls echoed. Everyone, at least everyone but me, had left for the holiday. I lived in Maine and my family was scattered to the winds. Also, I was seriously behind on my work, a top-...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. * I suppose I should start from the beginning. Like, the very start... I was born on February 10th, 1988 in Austin, Texas. I was a healthy little boy who was born to a semi-loving couple and had my entire life ahead of me. Except that wasn't exactly it. My mother Racheal Collins...
This is a story born of a role-play exchange in the forums of a futanari-interest website, hence the credit to the other player. © 2010 Bishiebunny and GingerM Act 1 - A Fortuitous Meeting He wanted to visit Ireland, see the castles, the green hills, visit a pub and maybe explore his roots. She wanted Cancun, to hit the beaches and drink exotic drinks...
The van that had been following us turned off the road we were on about 10 miles back. But before they did, they pulled up next to us one last time. The woman in the passenger seat, who was looking more relaxed, and frankly, more attractive by the second, held up a sign of their own. 'See you at 6' was all it said, and then her husband slowed down so they co...
Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading. Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter. After you've read this, if you have a...
Prologue The woman in black knew she had done her homework properly. The overcast cloud cover blotted out the moon completely, and what little breeze existed was enough to make the leaves rustle but would not move the cloud cover. The darkness would give her the time she needed. She crouched between two bushes, five or six feet from the ground floor window...
The cocktail party was somewhat of an obligation. By that I mean when your boss has a party for her daughter's graduation, it's not something that can be ignored. What really bothered me was the fact that it was on a Saturday afternoon and I had planned to get away and do some fishing. As it was, I had to call my buddy and cancel out and actually, I consider...
Eliza marvelled at the old stately Manor as her taxi made the transition from barely paved road to gravel pathway. Sure the Pennington estate was long derelict and working for the National Trust seemed a bit menial for a Cambridge graduate, but without anyone who wanted to vouch for her, curator of an obscure part of history was better than the myriad of job...