Had some time to work on this again. My newest Ice Era Chronicle is going slow... I think it's because I've been feeling down. For some reason, Octnavin's story gives me a bit of a lift. I guess I think it's a fun romp. Just something to get me out of my head. Anyway, if you are here, thanks for reading. I really appreciate it. Be Well, ~M. from C.M. Moor...
"Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light." ― Groucho Marx The three-legged Chihuahua scampered across the sickly-lit camino, on a collision course with its panicky prey. Loping behind the beast were its minions ― a pack of the same variety, but each with four limbs. For whatever reason, these "complete" counterparts weren't able to keep pa...
Last time: Tess misinterpreted John's friendliness for flirtation, but can't quite let her crush die. John Reef had owned Reef Martial Arts for seven years and had all over the city before finally opening up his own place. Unlike some of the other studios, he didn't focus on a single martial art, preferring instead to make discipline, self-control and confi...
That evening Patsy found herself in the downstairs TV room, lying on the couch still thinking distractedly of what had happened that day. After a nap with dreams full of replays of her tickle session, she had lay on the bed still feeling their tickling fingers all over her, her own fingers mimicking their action. After a little while she rolled off the bed t...
Part I - Prelude "Bing! Bong!" The doorbell jolted me out of my Sudoku puzzle trance. I quickly tightened my robe around me as I made my way to the front door. I was expecting a caller, but it was a little earlier than we had agreed - about 25 minutes early. I opened the door to the smiling face of what looked at first glance to be a teenager about 5 foot...
Chapter 1 Some days are better than others. Today was NOT one of those days. Today, Friday, was so far, one of the worst I had had for a long time. A cunt of a day to be precise! I had had a fight with my new friend Bob (over nothing - my fault, not his, and I longed to talk to him to apologize), and I now found myself in a terrible traffic-jam, over an h...
*Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* ***** So how did I get here: I'm Waylon Fielding. I'm married to Celine, the younger daughter of the wealthy and widowed Ms. Melissa Harmon. Rounding out the family tableau of in-Laws are Melisa's elder daughter, Kerry Tatum, and Sonny, Kerry...
-The faint soul demurs- ~1~ Late autumn leaves that had drifted in from the surrounding hills would occasionally come to life, stir crablike and scrape across the concrete surface of the prison yard. Attorney Bud Schultz entered the main gate along with a small number of visitors. He had come early at 8:30 A.M., just after prisoners' roll call, so that he...
As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to...
These following stories will be writing part in the first person where Harm and Mac speak about their past affairs and past in the third person where their stories unfold as they occurred. ***** Harm and Sarah woke up the following morning. Sarah's eyes opened and she smiled weakly. Her head was on Harm's chest and she was remembering the best night of sex...