Dear lord, why am I always besieged by idiots? That's the question I often ask myself these days. Seriously. As the leader of the Pack, I've made numerous sacrifices for the well-being of those who depend on me. It seems that lately, all we do is fighting. The internecine wars between rival Packs have claimed many lives. I seriously wish my people would stop...
This is a true story of my 3 month adventure in the South of France. Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent. Little did I know, when I stepped on the Air France flight and made myself comfortable that my summer plans would change drastically and my unquenchable thirst for sex would become so lucrative. It took twenty minutes for my jaw to...
Hello, and welcome to the twentieth, and final, issue of Tales from Snippettsville, Short Stories From A Small Town. If you want to know what it's all been about, go to Snippettsville Group If you have any feedback on the stories, and let's face it, as writers we all love feedback, just click on the author's name, in blue at the head of their piece. If y...
"Wake up, Rachel, arrete de dormir, c'est le matin," came Aunt Gladys grating voice, and Rachel Etienne groaned and slapped her hand against her pillow, wishing the old Haitian woman would go away. Grunting something unintelligible, the young woman rose to her feet, and shook her head, then stretched. Outside, the sun was high in the sky and a suffocating he...
Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...
The original story was created by J.Swafford and further enriched by xxcecil and seraglio. Thanks, guys, for creating this wonderful, and oh-so-fuckable world ;) I would like to thank BushyBeaver, Unpublaauthor, and Greyhawk999 for their writing advice. This prologue is a slow start in sexual terms, so skip this if that's not your cup of tea. Prologue...
Since you enjoy my sex stories so much, I thought you'd love to hear about what happened when I went back to the sex store on First Avenue where I bought my first vibrator. It was about a year and a half after I won that disco dancing competition at the club in Everett. I think you know by now that I'm a show-off, and that I always had a thing for older guy...
This is a continuation of the story The Hunter. It takes place in north central Florida, near the Orange Springs Trading Post in the mid 1830s near the end of the Second Seminole Indian War. * Patrick Murphy rolled over and looked at his beautiful young wife in the pale light of the moon. She slept beside him, her golden hair spread across her pillow. God!...
16 The Fuck Factory Carmel drew back the large red door marked Studio 1 and stepped inside to see a young woman with a clipboard watching three prisoners being cuffed and chained while a fourth prisoner was slipping into a dark blue leotard. Carmel recognised the producer. "Sasha. We meet again. How is life in Hollywood?" "Very good. I'm making a lot of...
It had been an absolute bitch of a day, she was tired and worn out - and she had been glad to finally make it to their cabin in the mountains. When she got there, she had found a note pinned to the front door, simply reading "it's all ready to go, I'll be back soon, mine". Of course she could rely on him to remember to record their favourite show - they norm...