In hindsight, it was pretty obvious that something was going on, but then I'm a typical guy in that sometimes you've got to smack me on the back of the head with a two by four to get my attention. I don't worry about much. I wonder if my team is gonna make the playoffs. I worry about my two girls, who've moved out to live on their own. And sometimes I have t...
Prologue The sun shone brightly over the heavenly grounds, making the goddess smile. She lovingly touched her swollen belly, comforting the kicking child inside. Her smile faltered a bit as she worried about her unborn daughter and the child's future. Her daughter was cursed before she had even entered the world. It had been decreed no new immortals were t...
"Hunh?" Liv asked, slurping up some brain. Ravi stared at her in patient apoplexy. Liv thought sometimes he was jealous he didn't get to eat brains, which were perfectly tempting once she put them through some prep: in this case, involving a pasta maker. Certainly looked better than anything he could get from Sizzler. "I said, have you imagined the possibil...
In the morning, Miriam accompanied me back to my quarters. Her long, thick, curly, raven-black hair cascaded down the bare back of her fire-engine-red halter dress and swayed gently back-and-forth as we walked along the dreary corridors. With its deep, plunging neckline and long, flowing, asymmetrical skirt, Miriam's dress displayed her firm, shapely, DD-cup...
A man obsessed with one-night stands finds his match. He looked down on her thin, alabaster body twining on the end of his cock deep up and inside her. Her sweeping blonde hair waved from side-to-side as her small nippled tits reverberated her movement and accentuating each lurch. Her cheeks and chest were flushed red and her naturally rose-colored lips wer...
Many people, both men and women, develop "types" of the opposite sex that they are infatuated with, or lust after. While many other people are egalitarian in their outlook for possible sexual partners, those that I like to call "type cast" spend a good deal of time trying to find someone their "type" to latch onto. Fortunately the "type" that type cast peopl...
Ron wiped the grime from his face as he watched the place burn. The heat was too intensely familiar. It had taken him several, agonizing days to recover from the change. The Rousseau had made sure to graze him slightly instead of the usual blood letting of a quick transformation. The moment Rousseau went away, Stella had abandoned the pack. There was no lead...
The phone in my office rang and it was the secretary of our national professional association asking me if I'd be the responder to a paper that had been approved for delivery at the national conference. I asked the topic of the paper which the secretary provided and I asked her for a synopsis of it which she was also able to provide. However, when I asked wh...
This is a story about Bob's life, his ups and downs and everything in between. I'll be submitting a chapter each day till all five chapters are posted. A special 'Thank you' to Estragon for doing the editing of my story and making it a much better read. DG Hear Chapter 1: The Early years I'm Bob Beal and this story is about my life. Readers may hate me an...
The drizzle was slowly but surely soaking her and making navigating a bicycle over the "kinderkopjes", the granites cobble stones like round children's skulls, of the small streets of the old Dutch university town, a dangerous affair. One too rash move would have her sliding. Nevertheless, Maartje almost willed her bicycle forward and peddled as fast as she...