Two months ago I thought I was the most sexually deprived male in this city. Even though it effected only two people wasn't the point. The other one it affected is under me at the present moment with my ten inch cock rove up her and she couldn't be happier. Neither could I, for she was the best piece of pussy I have ever had. It all started when Greg, Marge...
CHAPTER 1 Dick coughed and spat a disgusting blob of greenish mucus, missing my boot by a bare inch. "This is it, pardner!" I was stunned beyond words. My eyes searched the old, rotting house standing in front of me. Window shutters, once obviously night sky blue now faded, were hanging off as if the place itself had just been beaten by a hurricane. The si...
If you have the feeling you've read this before, you have. I inadvertently mis-numbered this chapter and having done that, was refused posting of the final two sections. My apologies for busting up the continuity. * Chapter 14 When Marion and Bill vacated the apartment, Bill had given it to Sam Carstairs. He had been living alone and spent almost every ho...
CHAPTER 1 - JOINING THE CARAVAN Sala Joyrah gasped as the cold water splashed down her bare back. She was standing in the river along side her parents' house. She was washing up before their Caravan Ceremony in the center of the village. Sala was a half Selkie half Clavat girl who was the newest addition to Tipa's Caravan. There were three others in the Ca...
She couldn't believe she had let her sister talk her into this. She was the older one, the one who was suppose to know better, but did she take that into consideration as Carrie-Anne dared her? Nope. "This way," a harsh whisper said as a window was slowly opened. "It's not even locked, come on Randy." the whisper giggled. "Don't call me Randy," she whisper...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
Ingrid sat on the table at the doctor's office, swinging her feet in anticipation. She hadn't been to the doctor in years - she lived in rural Nebraska for her whole life. A trip to the doctor was a bit of a journey and, since getting her last vaccine at the end of middle school, there was no reason to go. Ingrid left Nebraska to come to attend the Universi...
All characters in this story are 18 or older. * Richard closed the window, but not fast enough. Louisa had seen both the headline and photograph over his shoulder. Woman Attacked at Conference, it read. Mark Wolfe, the man who had followed Louisa around at that same gathering, grinned from the right side of the screen. It was the picture in the conference...
As the carriage sped toward the dark castle, I thought back on what had brought me here. And I wondered where Thomas was. I often thought about Thomas how we had been brought together. My father was a wonderful man. He had been full of life, living everyday to the fullest. He was admired among his peers and the visiting ladies would giggle about him in the...
AUTHOR'S NOTE #1: WARNING! This is neither a BTB nor a RAAC story. All keyboard commandos should probably stop reading here; there are other very good stories submitted by some fine writers available. If you enjoy a plausible story keep reading. If you think no story could possibly end like this, I know at least one man who would beg to differ. Constructive...