This is my entry in the Halloween Story Contest 2008. It's a bit different for me so I hope you enjoy it. I'd like to thank all my readers for your votes, comments and feedback on my previous stories. In addition, my thanks and appreciation goes out to Iamcanadian28 for the challenge to write this. * Zack swore when he saw what he thought was a parking ti...
I am shagging a jerk, I know I am. But I am not just shagging a jerk, I am in love with a jerk. I am that cliché, girls love a bad boy. Every fibre of my being screams at me to walk, no run. All he can ever cause you is pain but I can't, I can't give up on him, on us. It's not all bad. It's not like he's violent far from it, he can be sweet to the point of...
Karishma went to the dining room but instead of trying to find food she walked into the ladies' room. She was wearing denim shorts and a tshirt. She took them off and removed her bra and panties as well. From her handbag she took out a dress so thin and small that it could almost fit in her change purse. It was a thin, silk minidress that tied behind her nec...
So, there I was, having stormed out of the master bedroom after catching my wife Jill in the arms of her fucking swimming student, nineteen-year old Steve Murray. That bitch! She was the one who told me all about how she would make my fidelity worth my while, yet she couldn't stick to her own damn convictions? I had been married to that lying, sanctimonious...
Author's Note: This not-so-innocent WayHaught scene takes place the night before Champ and Waverly clear out Uncle Curtis's affects. __________________________________________ Officer Nicole Haught stopped just inside the doors of Shorty's Bar, removing her white Stetson and pausing to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim interior. Glancing around but not f...
He had just finished washing down the grill top from the mess built up by the last rush of dinner orders before close, and was looking forward to picking up his day’s pay from the lady who’d hired him on. He was deep in the middle of a self-discovery trip, motorcycling across the US and trying to live either off the land or by doing odd jobs to generate the...
With the Anna Bella docked for a night, the crew excitedly exited for port, I too make my way down the plank to land. We have had a long few months at sea, but they were lucrative. Not every trip is as lucrative, but that's a pirate's life for you, it's all a roll of the dice. I know we will be gone by morning, but I find myself to be a bit giddy. The prosp...
Moore walked towards his favourite alcove, feeling the same mixture of relief and joy that he noticed always persisted a few hours after his shift ended. The interior of the club was its usual self: dark but not blinding, cold but not freezing and quiet save for the lowered voices of the other patrons (almost all of whom were his colleagues and all of whom w...
Hello, pet. It's Xyta here. Haha, that's how I usually like to start these things, but that's not quite right, is it? Not this time. Because you know exactly who I am. You wouldn't have clicked this audio if you didn't want to hear me. And you wouldn't have picked this audio in particular if the nickname 'pet' was enough for you. Because it's not. Is it? No...
Breeding is a huge fetish of mine, so this audio is near and dear to my heart. I love the idea of raw sex, of planting a seed, so I had fun with this one, and it's a long time coming. Apologies for the voice, I am recovering from a cold but I didn't want to miss the chance to record for you all. As always, send me comments and messages if you liked it and...