Chapter Two The Loss of an Alpha It was a quiet time of year, the time when the line between the seasons was blurred; the line between winter and spring. The plants were getting ready to erupt and show the world their new leaves and the beauty they hid for most of the year. The trees, although they were for the most part desolate of any signs of life, the...
DOWN, BOY! WRITING THE ALPHA MALE FOR CONTEMPORARY FICTION "I don't want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader...I want a man lying over me, always over me...His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot...as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated...I am going to be pursued, f...
A XXXecil for hire story commission, part 2. While it is a rousing tale in its own right; it would be better to read 'Hell's Housewife' first. * Hungrily, their lips tugged against each other. Scarcely did the rutting couple notice the vehicle in which they rode, the bumps and jostles of the faux ambulance as it conveyed them to where -- they did not care...
Authorised Autobiography of Me Part 1: In the Beginning. My afternoon siesta yesterday was interrupted by a message from my EBook provider telling me that a new book had just been released, one that going on my past selections, I would be interested in. With a certain amount of anticipation and enthusiasm, I touched the screen to access this new tome. My e...
For once, she was glad that is was a "no sex Sunday." Sunday was the day that Daddy insisted upon resting from all but the most absolutely necessary activity. He firmly believed a rest from all normal activities was beneficial. She mostly agreed. After her "work" activity on Saturday morning and afternoon, it was good for her that Daddy was exhausted on Satu...
Author Note: Thanks for all the great comments and scores you been giving me for my stories lately and while i am running a little behind due to others things clogging my brain, i am working to get caught up. I would really love some serious feedback though, because i write these stories to be either liked or disliked and sometimes silence is nerve racking....
As Kara approached her uncle's humongous sand colored mansion, she could see the wreckage that had been scattered across the yard was now burning in a towering blazing bonfire. All about her uncle's workers were diligently fixing golden wired bows on the tall pines that lined the drive. Every now and then a whip of wind would blow their dainty ends vigorousl...
"Fuck me you bastard," screamed Charity Tate. Her legs were tight around his lower back, ankles locked, forcing every last centimetre of her fiancé, lover, oh and by the way cousin, Cain Dingle's large cock as far into her eager pussy as it was possible for it to go. Cain, trying to stall the moment he would spill his sperm into her for the what? The thousa...
The clock ticked on the wall, the minute hand finally reaching the 12. Ten o'clock, thought Eddie. Quitting time. He got up to pour himself a drink. It was best for a private eye to keep slightly later hours than your average business. Women usually waited at least a while for their cheating husbands to come home before finally making the decision to seek hi...
"How was Juliette on the weekend? She told me she saw you." Madelyn took a long slurp from the straw of her chocolate milkshake, swirling the last of it around the bottom of the glass. "Such class, Madelyn. Can take you to all the best places," remarked Adam, leaning over to wipe a chocolatey dribble from her chin. "Did she tell you she stayed the night? My...