**Max and Megan might be a story you remember. You may be wondering why it's showing back up as a new story. I was not fond of the first version. I wrote for what people wanted, not what I wanted. One night, I decided to take it down and polish it up to what I could be proud of. It is a bit different than the original, but in my opinion much, much better...E...
It has been one hell of a month since I last submitted, and I am sorry so much time lapses between chapters. My university career is drawing to a close (2 more assignments to go!), so hopefully there will be more time for writing. CHAPTER 7- WOW. I can't believe I reached this far. Your comments and feedback have helped me a lot in continuing- thanks every...
Giselle lied in bed staring at her closed door hoping maybe if she stared enough, he'd have a change of heart and wander back through it. Minutes passed. It was a little after midnight, so she slowly and disappointedly rose from her bed and headed to lock up like her mother had reminded her. She headed for the front door to put the deadbolt across it but d...
------------------------------------------------- Once again, a huge thank you to Archangel_M for his suggestions, grammatical prowess, and overall support :) ---------------------------------------------- Ártur watched the cubs playing in the courtyard. Since the death of his daughter Zsálya, they hadn't been allowed outside the compound without the beta...
A week had gone by since Cassie's huge gang-bang in her marital bed. She was fully recuperated and itching to have sex with some hung studs once again. Today she hoped to take some serious cock as she stepped into the offices of Bareback Studios. "Ah, Cassie," Tristan said, meeting her at reception. "We're going to be doing a special today for you, a DVD fi...
The shaman's home was a mound of dirt and rock and grass set against the hill. There was a rambling collection of accoutrements strewn about. From the twisted branches of the junipers hung skulls. Deer, squirrel, coyote. There was a bucket and ladle beside the door, a coil of rope and pile of flint chips as if some ancient stone tool were being constructed....
It had been 15 years since her Harold had passed away, and Marge had gotten used to being alone. Of course, she had lady friends, and some male acquaintances, but at 66 years old, she had removed sex from her life, except the occasional fantasy about Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise. Harold had been the only man, except for a brief fling with his Best Man right a...
The gala was hosted in the Grand Hughes hotel, an impressive building that was built over a hundred years ago. Even with its ago, the Grand Hughes maintained its status as Winsome Bay's most luxurious hotel, and it wasn't hard to understand why. The castle-like tower was surrounded by a vast botanical garden, housing trees older than the building itself. Wit...
"And knowing that you always sleep naked is meant to make it easier for me to cope at night?" We shared the same surname and the conference centre had assumed we were married. No matter that I had booked a single room over a year ago. Suzie had booked at the last minute as had a number of others providing the organisers and the centre with some logistical h...
This is the third part of 7 installments. Unfortunately, I wrote and posted Part 2 more than two years ago so I apologize for the long hiatus. This installment slows down the action a bit to allow for some character expansion and plot development. Hopefully, we'll all find it worthwhile as Scott's journey moves on. It's been awhile so to refresh your memori...