I was a little surprised by a few things other than Mitchell showing up at Adam's place, and they looked to be good things. Abaddon, my moody and serious Master at Arms, was openly playful and showing affection for Meghan, who was like a niece to me. They couldn't go more than a few seconds without being in contact with each other. Now that they had confesse...
© 2009 All rights reserved * Jacob Scott stared at his desk. Not so much at it as through it. He couldn't believe she was gone. It had been a week and he still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Chelsea had left him. "I'm sorry, Jacob," she had said, standing by the door with the last of her belongings in a small bag. He had come home to find she'd moved n...
Having survived the end of summer orgy we enjoyed with our friends, Jane and I, along with our roommates, settled in for another school year. Jane and I went into the year having maintained a 4.0 GPA the first year. This year would see us tackling some tougher courses but we still had some mandatory classes to take. Our household ran well with the inclusion...
I tend to write stories with a beginning, end and middle, then struggle to get them to fit. I found this sitting on my hard drive recently. It was written around the time of the other submissions but unfinished. Its a bit of a patchwork with some dangly threads I decided not to pull on. This is an erotic sci-fi of lesbian ravishment and helpless pleasure....
[ "Strike".] Subtitle: "The Ranch". Chapter 1. (The birth of "Strike"--the stallion) I had been out at the ranch for three days helping foal the mares, and riding-the-perimeter fence: Sleeping-out on the prairie for two of them. With the barest of supplies: A wool blanket, a canteen of water, jerky; and oats for Strike, my spirited piebald stallion--a con...
© 2019, All rights reserved -- mimaster ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Martina was fidgeting in the passenger seat, her hand clutching a large shopping bag. Her husband Alphonso was at the wheel, carefully navigating the rolling terrain of the Shenandoah Valley. "Step on it, honey. We're going to be the last ones there," she pleaded for at least the fifth time that he cou...
I heard a knock on my office window. By late fall night comes early and outside it was pitch black. I could hear young voices laughing and, putting my hands up next to the glass to reduce the glare, I could recognize teenagers in their cross-country outfits. It was my son, James, and some other runners from his High School. "Dad, can you let us in, we want...
This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Too many readers don't vote. I need your vote. Please vote. * Middle-aged man finally wins the heart of a beautiful woman half his age. * Better than 50 yard line seats at a football game, almost as good as watching two women stripping one another naked in a catfight, sitting front row center across from the net whe...
David stood before the receptionist at the outpost near the colony. He was silent while she read his letter of acceptance and studied his file. After a few moments she looked up at him and asked, "How long have you been taking the supplements we recommended?" "Um, three weeks," he answered in a shaky voice. He had been looking forward to this day for over a...
We've been married fourteen years Pen and I. I'm Oscar, Oscar Whitman, age thirty-six, I tape in at five-six and one-forty. Penelope, my wife, also thirty-six, comes in at around five-nine, one-twenty-five. Oh, and she's a very nice looking lady with some really nice female equipment: 36Cs and a truly sensational butt. Until today our lives have been pretty...