Bob went bounding off at full speed. Ned, too busy running to hear anything but his own pounding heart and slapping feet, was headed to the same spot. He saw a dark and quickly growing shadow and looked up just as Bob leapt, paws wide and tongue ready for a hello slobber. Before Ned could do anything, Bob knocked him onto the grassy yard of the house on the...
Trixie: Trixie was pacing the room, trying to figure out the best way to tell this to Jack. She was also thinking about leaving, but she knew it was not possible now that both of her friends were mated here. She thought about the day she had promised Martha to take care of her daughter. Martha had run inside the house, grabbed Liz and thrust her to Trixie....
"Old man, you must curse me even in death, I don't care what you think, it's my life," Razane Al-Bilali said angrily, and the young woman clicked off the telephone, and closed her eyes, hard. Sitting on a quiet corner of the third-floor stairwell inside the Carleton University library, Razane bravely fought the tears that were coming, and found that she simp...
Chapter 18 : Memories Turn after turn, the lab tech led a chained Aiya through white corridors, up stairs and through doorways. When her sense of direction was thoroughly confused, she was led into an elegant waiting room with a few younger females working behind a large desk. The only thing the girls were wearing was some sort of leather harness that accen...
April of 1431 I Bethany stared at the window, the sun catching it in such a way that she could see her reflection. She saw her straight, black hair draping down the sides of her fair skinned face. She studied her lusty, scarlet lips and her intense, violet eyes. Her body was voluptuous, with a curvy figure and large, sensuous breasts. She was a beautiful c...
Most of my stories take cues from real life -- people I've known, situations I've faced, circumstances friends have related to me in confidence. This story, on the other hand, is 99% fantasy. I watch Maury sometimes; it's my 'guilty pleasure'. This tale derives from asking myself, "What if that were you...?" It involves a couple of real events and people in...
************************************* Copyright Oggbashan November 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. *************************...
Three days into the regime working with Alan on below decks conversion work on the former fishing boat Miranda, and then setting up pottery production in the studio now blotting the landscape somewhat on part of the frontage of Alan Meadows residential plot, Lydia sighed. It was time to come clean, to cease living a lie. She delivered her confession that e...
The characters, places, and buildings in this story are fictional and were by no means created to offend anyone. This story is a fictional making. I planned on taking it slow in this series, so it may take a while for the sex to occur, but it will be worthwhile. Please leave a comment! ***** Ryan Black inserted his dick into the woman beneath him. Her hair...
Over the next three weeks Ally called frequently in the evening to practice our dancing. She also got into the habit of arriving around seven-thirty every other morning to get on the treadmill and rowing machine. I changed my workout times to seven, so that I could shower when she was working out. Ally noticed this change without comment. For me it was all a...