Hello everyone. As I said in the last chapter, I am bringing Life after the Lottery to a close. I am working on tying up some loose ends in the story as well as closing it out as I had planned. I hope to wrap things up quicker than I have been able to bring the next chapters online. I am currently writing three or four chapters at the same time, so I can kee...
Note: A fanfic that's completely fictional that probably has never and will never happen? Why I never! Yes this is complete fantasy and never happened. Title taken from the song of the same by Pulp from The World's End soundtrack. * *Present day* "Wow, can it you believe it's been 8 months since we started dating? Feels like it was yesterday afternoon?" I...
* * * A Chance Encounter: My sister Erin glanced over as she eased her car from the arrivals curb at the Dallas-Fort Worth airport. "So how was your flight?" Actually, it was pretty shitty, now that you ask. She had just driven over a hundred miles to pick me up so I wouldn't be tormented by a three hour wait to take the next Greyhound bus home. I knew...
Chapter 1: Friday Morning, 8:54AM – Life's A Lot More Fun When You Aren't Responsible For Your Actions "Oh, fuck!" Will slid his arms up along the back of the girl's shirt as her torso bonelessly tipped away from him. Her legs were still locked around his hips, a sticky mess between them at the place where they were joined together. "Not the most gracefu...
*Author's Note* Literotica Edition 2019/10/17 This is an explicit erotic novel written by FrigOfFury for her generous readers. You should not read it if you are not of legal age to read graphic depictions of sex. Erotic content: Breast & bum growth; bimbofication; M/F; F/F; group sex; lactation; mild exhibitionism; futanari; excessive cum; manual and mech...
Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...