© BELLORA QUINN & SADIE ROSE BERMINGHAM 2010 More apologies for the delay, again... I know, I know! We edit too slowly but we're both in full time employment and it's hard sometimes to find the space to just sit down and work on (in)decent smut. There is a warning of consenting sexual violence with this chapter. If you don't like it, please don't read...
Hi lit readers, Thanks for the many comments you have been leaving on my submissions. Yes I do read ALL of them, I love hearing how readers view my story. I hope this chapter answers some questions that have been coming up in comments so read, enjoy and hopefully vote. ****************** Micah I lay on my side, propped up on my elbow as I watch Rosy sle...
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...
While the vessel was being manoeuvred into her berth, watched by a huge crowd ashore, Matt wondered if his father would casually ask him, "Did you happen to bump into a Martha Bridger?" Matt had been away for two years and 344 days, according to his mother. If he had any misgivings about his parents being less that enthusiastic about seeing their son again...
***Abi decides to set up a listening outpost, and he knows just the perfect place. So he plans to move out a team of specialists who work for him. There is a term here which might confuse some readers. A "LARP" is a Live-Action Role Play - a game for adults where to quote the mighty Wiki, "a form of role-playing game where the participants physically act...
-IV- Time was short, but August had enough to pen a quick note. Valentine's well-used, decrepit journal book had looked as though it had been to war, and his first impression of the woman who bore it certainly matched. He almost got hard again just looking at his desk and remembering her juicy cunt had opened for him there. The Scot tittered a little to him...
I met Mary Irene Murphy my senior year in high school. Actually, I should say I noticed Mary Irene Murphy when she came back to school that late summer day with a trim waist, a round ass, and a very respectable set of jugs. With her red hair, green eyes, and bright smile there wasn't anything not to like. With the initials MIM it was not a stretch for her t...
This is a story I published a few years ago under a different profile. I have 'tweaked' it to try and make it better, but you will judge if the effect is right. Vote...comment please. Writers need encouragement – or constructive criticism. ***** Part 1."The innocent, unsuspecting prey..." I blame myself. It was my own fault; I shouldn't have bought that b...
Here follows the full confession of Dominus Borjasin, notorious outlaw, cutthroat and slaver; delivered to the principal victims of his grievous depredations: the council and citizens of the township of Further Edgewater. A confession has been demanded of me, and so I will deliver one -- but I first intend to give a full account of my life. I insist upon t...
CHAPTER 4 The weeks went by. Paris had built a wide circle of friends, seeded by her Women's Auxiliary-sponsored address of course and also through the regular dinner invitations arising from locals becoming aware of her celebrity status. Now Hal was in a stable female relationship near neighbors were anxious to re-establish with him and Hal and Paris were...