This story is a collaboration between myself and author, HarryHill. This is just the beginning. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter two will be written, but please be patient. Thank you for reading. Werewolves and Indians Ja'Mal gave up counting cactus after the first thousand. The twisted countryside was so much different than the green hills of Tennessee; they...
--Prologue-- About 20 miles southeast of town, there is a road that runs across the desert. It connects the four lane interstate with the small town of Grand View to the south. A straight, two lane ribbon of black top, running almost due south across miles and miles of empty desert and endless sky. It is the main link between Grand View and the larger towns...
The carnival had been closed for years after a tragic accident. It was rumored that once anyone entered, they will never return. Their bodies will be found beaten and bloody by the road that was the only way into the carnival. It still stands on the edge of town, rusty metal, decaying wood and tattered old tents still stand. The sidewalk was overgrown with w...
Brent Long stood in front of the dank little shop on Dillard Street. "This must be the place," he mumbled under his breath as he pushed the door open, thinking it would be nice to be out of the October wind and rain.. He was saddened to find the inside of the shop was just as cold, damp and dark as the city street outside. Adding to the feeling, the shop w...
The cute blonde ran her miles every day, and every day, Garth watched her from his window. Maddy was her name. Today, she was wearing a tight tank top and tight shorts with running shoes. He'd watched her for some time now. She was the youngest in her family. Now eighteen years old, he would be ready to make his move just as he had six years earlier with her...
Have you ever lost something but you were happy about it? That happened to me at an embassy party. I got into this paradoxical situation because of a rather well set up quickie with the Ambassador in his office. At some point during the, uh, event, my panties went flying and I couldn't find them afterwards. Either there's some incriminating evidence for his...
"... but the biggest news yesterday was of course the announcement of the impending marriage of anthropologist, philanthropist and heart-throb John Valiant with Liz Roderick. The wedding is sure to be the event of the year with - " John lowered the volume of the set and sat up from the hammock he had set up in the veranda of his house. As much as h...
One thing that is very intriguing to me is the thought of my beautiful and very sexy wife exposing herself in public. Not the flasher type of exposing that would just be creepy with images of the creepy old man in the trench coat walking up to a beautiful lady and flashing his pathetic cock at her. No what really turns me on is the thought of her "accidental...
"Honey, I'm home." You say intentionally trying to make your fiance cringe. Walking into the new house you two bought together, the novelty of owning your first house and living a couple of states away from your families has not worn out on you yet. You and April, after saving up enough money, were finally able to afford moving to this house in Sal...
It begins... Well, I found out that Anne fucked that professor again. She came to my dorm drunk at 3am, fighting with me, calling me a little bitch and pussy, and she began slapping my face. I won't even get started on what she was on about. I tried calming her down, but whenever I said anything she just slapped me, or if I tried to stop her from drinking m...