Hello, and welcome to the twelfth issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. [Laurel - please insert here 'SnipTales.jpg' - sent by Alex March 9] If you want to know what it's all about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in b...
Cheryl knelt there, leaning back on her legs, her face still glossy with my cum as she seemed to come back to earth. She looked at her fingers from which she had, only seconds before, been licking clean of my semen as if they might have belonged to someone else. Looking up at me and my still hard cock, she giggled nervously. I don't think she was quite aware...
Although I am aware that I may get so many awful and racist comments about my life story, I feel that I must write about it. I have come to a point in my life where I know there is an understanding and acceptance in the world to who I have become, and who I am. It is more likely now people will understand me in the year 2011 than they would nearly 9 years ag...
When she arrived home late darkness filled the lounge except for the lamp light that reflected off her auburn hair. She had a lustful hunger that had been building all evening from the teasing her man had been giving her before her departure. She knew she could not escape the hunger until she had quenched it; to the end. But with the house quiet and dark, sh...
Simon was alone, in his bunk bed, wearing only his underpants. It was 7.45am and the sea swelling outside the porthole was oily-grey. A banging at the door had awaked him - or was that the banging at the door last night? He remembered the previous evening's events with astonishing clarity, a mixture of shame sauced with sharp, deep pangs of excited pleasur...
I'm at work in my office when the man in my life pops his head around the corner. "Are you free for lunch?" Half asleep from working my ass off these past couple of months I jump in surprise at his voice then smile at him, "I'm always free for you," which he knows is a lie because I've been skipping or working through most of my lunches for weeks. After sh...
Chapter 1: A New Beginning Sir Walter surveyed the carnage before him, nothing but death and slaughter, as far as his eyes could see. The only sounds to be heard were the screams of the dying, and the screeching calls of the crows, feeding on the dead. He could not turn away, and his only thought, was the belief that the Church had lied to them. How could G...
Christina sat underneath his window, watching his chest rise and fall in measured rhythm. She was waiting for the right moment to enter Dale's home and transform his life completely, by not only transforming him into a vampire but also by transforming him... into a voluptuous young woman. Christina Mitchell was 478 years old, transformed when she was 18 by...
Bill Merryweather made a quick exit out of the precinct and headed for his car. He swung the car out onto the road and headed for home, hot with anticipation of the following day. It was after 1a.m. by the time he arrived. He opened the door of the brownstone and climbed the stairs. It was unlikely he would sleep much now he had the first real clue to ponder...
She is riding a crowded SkyTrain heading for Waterfront Station, lunchtime, on a gray Vancouver day. No seats, so she is standing, purse over her shoulder, hanging onto a bag at her feet with one hand and the overhead strap with the other. Lurching to a stop, the doors open and another surge of passengers enters. He stands, unintentionally in front of her,...