Author's note: this story follows characters first introduced in "Crafting the Perfect Story," followed by their adventures in "Tickled Pink." This is designed to be read alone or for added enjoyment, in conjunctions with their first two stories. Nearly home from their weekend ritual of neighborhood bakery for coffee and pastries, James allowed Andrea th...
In their college dorm the two teen sisters, presented a united front, standing up for each other. Both spectacularly beautiful, they triggered a lot of envy in less lovely girls, who often schemed to spite them. So they frequently needed to defend each other. But at home the sisters never ceased to bicker, always finding something to argue about, usually som...
As I sat in the lumber yard office, my broken arm in a makeshift sling the workers had made for me out of shrink wrap, my cell phone began to ring. The manager fished it from my jacket pocket and handed it to me. It was my boss, Nick. "Jason, I know you're hurt, but is there any way you could drive the truck back to the warehouse?" "Are you crazy?" I yelle...
Tim looked over at Lisa. Her eyes were half closed, but she noticed him looking, and her lips curved into a lascivious smile before the pressure from behind surprised her and she shut her eyes in ecstasy, pushing back and raising her ass a little to meet the massive cock burying itself inside her rectum. Tim felt his cock twitch a little, pressed against the...
I had just exited Lou's Bar, and was reaching for my gloves in the leather saddle bag, when I spotted her on the other side of the street, standing under a lamp post. She was staring at me like she was in need of something; maybe a meal for sex, or a ride somewhere. I wasn't sure. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five, six tops. She was petite little...
Disclaimer: Characters portrayed in the following are not mine and I did not create them. * White Light/White Heat: Neal: One o'clock in the morning; we had gone to bed after the grand tradition of Christmas carols around Moira's old Steinway. My second Christmas with the X-Men. This was something the group did: in remembrance, in respect, in the joy of...
- 26 - My ass was still a bit sore when I woke up the next morning. I laid there for a moment trying hard not to think about anything. I felt that I was changing into someone else but I didn't want to think about what was going on. I looked down at my wet diaper and realized that I didn't remember needing to go to the bathroom. The diaper was heavy so I mus...
Now that my head was clearer, I checked out my face in the mirror. A hot babe I barely recognized as myself looked back at me. Like, I knew it was me, but it looked like someone had put a Snapchat hot babe filter over my real face. Then I jumped as Cinnamon's face appeared over my shoulder, and she whispered in my ear, "What the hell just happened?" The fac...
Lindi took Jack off for his ice cream, buying him a disgustingly huge triple decker of bubble gum, chocolate and praline pecan. She didn't even have to ask old Mr. Andrews, the owner and sole employee of the old fashioned soda fountain, to go heavy on the whipped cream and cherries. He took one look at Jack's split lip and swollen nose, then turned away to...
Sep 7, 2010 Fragmented Pieces Book I Spirit Chapter Nine A Fresh Assignment Current mood:creative Heavy Metal Thunder Productions Presents... Copyright protected on June 2010. The persons, places, entities, and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, places, entities, or events is unintentional and purely coincid...