Note to reader: This story is a sequel to two previous stories of mine. If you ever wondered what happened to the characters in The Temp and Della's Turn, or why they were the way they were, here's the answer. We all classify people as good, bad, nice, mean, stupid, or however we chose to label others. We do it sometimes without even realizing that we're do...
It was an upscale bar, guess I should really call it a Cocktail Lounge. But it was a friendly place. When I got into a casual conversation in the john with a guy who came in with some fellow workers he invited me over to join their group. Nice bunch, too, four guys and a couple gals just leaving the office on Friday afternoon. From what they said this was a...
Nye sat for a while staring at his friend, until the reality of what had happened and what was happening sank through the numbness in his head. Suddenly he leapt to his feet and frantically freed Kane's hands and feet, unstrapping the restraints and throwing them across the room as hard as he could in a futile attempt to channel the uncontrollable anger that...
It was with silent, solemn efficiency that the remainder of the group made their way through the twisting halls and stone-paved tunnels. Faringalia remained out and limp in Alan's arms for a long time, while Windhawk took her place as torch bearer. Without Garthur's expertise, they had to move slow and careful, though at least Windhawk's keen senses still al...
The executive jet tipped a wing as it turned over the azure-blue waters and pointed the nose of the aircraft toward the runway at the far end of Grand Cayman Island. The sumptuously appointed interior of the plane had comfortable leather seats which enveloped the passengers as they buckled in for landing at Owen Roberts International Airport. As the A-frame...
***Sorry my dear readers. I had to redo this chapter. I hope you like the additions. Chapter 4 is coming soon. As always, thanks for the feedback!*** ~Lioness * Half a dozen thoughts race through my mind as I let the warm jets of water from the shower help relax my mind and body. I stand with my back to shower and lower my head; water runs off my neck and...
Tia stashed her backpack under the seat in front of her and plopped down in the aircraft exit row. She reveled in the extra space between the seats. Tia wasn't a tall woman, but she still appreciated being able to stow her bag under the seat and still have plenty of room to stretch out her legs. She was looking forward to this trip and spending some time wi...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
Sometimes Rhianna hated being Master's favorite. First, Master had forced her to fellate and have intercourse with the outsider- the man who said his name was "Joseph Gray." She hadn't minded the intercourse, but she did not appreciate being forced to do anything without having a say. Now on top of that humiliation, Rhianna had been told to drag the body o...
Death can be pretty scary sometimes especially when one is facing it. And that's exactly what had crossed Morgan's mind as she fishtailed on the lonely stretch of highway in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Her back right tire blew out while she was going about seventy-five and jamming out to a mix of Queen and The Beatles after leaving a familial visit that t...