Once upon a time there was a little blonde girl named Gilda, well she wasn't so little, in fact she was big, plump and curvy with full lush breasts and she wasn't exactly a girl having just had her 19th birthday the week before, but her friends called her Goldi because of her flowing blond hair. One Friday night Goldi and some of her friends got drunk out b...
Sharon Goes Back to School original story: Scipio story continuation by RogueAlan Foreword: To those who have enjoyed Sharon's story, I'm glad. To those who don't, for whatever reason, that's fine... I hope you find something here you do like. That said, the barbed complaints a few have left... not constructive criticism, mind you, is a waste of time. Spe...
The sun began to peek above the thatched roofs of Loch Carnach as Eleanor moved quickly through the village looking for Kate's thatch. Situated close to the other reach of forest, Kate's small tigh looked much like her own, outcasted, out of the community. The only difference was that Kate's brothers had 2 other small tighs meters from her's, their own littl...
Hello all! I'm a longtime lit reader, first time author. This story actually originated as a dream I had a few nights ago. No sexy times yet, but they're coming!! ***** Callie yawned and stretched her neck, hands gripping the steering wheel. Behind her, Noam and Mason dozed lightly. The siblings were accustomed to long nights in the car, as they had been...
Story One---The Sticky Cheerleader: Conclusion Cynthia's two ex-boyfriends bore testimony to her broken chastity. Until the bears, however, the young woman exercised conservative sexual tastes. The bear fucking destroyed the old Cynthia. The honey covered blonde's tongue slithered around Olaf's sweet sausage. Bear syrup trickled down her throat. "Grrrroo...
Note to reader: The next two chapters will not contain any erotic material and will be all about the background story and character development. I apologize for any grammatical mistakes, misspelled words and sentences that just seem wrong. English isn't my native language, but I'll try to improve. If you like the story and would be interested in editing, s...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
This is a story about Donna Polk who lived on a small farm with her husband, father-in-law and brothers-in-law. First, let's get all the informational facts and explication out of the way, so we can get down to the story: When Donna married Reece Polk, she moved onto the small family farm, which was owned by Turk Polk, Reece's father. The Polk family cons...
Many thanks as usual to EmmaKendrick01 for offering her thoughts on the chapter! ***** The water of the Grand Canal sloshed against the Cerulean as it knifed slowly towards the pier. Gwennalyn stood on the deck, looking out at their destination, the platform still several yards away, a small gaggle of waiting figures visible. Her mind was inundated with...
A/N Once more I'd like to thank my wonderful editor Lunarosa for doing a great job in helping me with this chapter. Also, thanks for Mapili50 who did the final proofing and corrected all the missed mistakes. To you both, a million thanks! To all my readers: thanks for your patience. Enjoy! Chapter Nine Growls and sounds of battle ripped through the other...