Danica Patrick Stories

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Grease Monkey Business Pt. 02

by ilikeithot6308 on Sep 13, 2017
Mature

Julie and Red are back for more. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I came home after a long day at work, and pulled my car into my driveway. There, sitting to the left, was a car that had become a very familiar sight. Very familiar, and very welcome. It was Julie's Mustang, and told me immediately that my gorgeous girlfriend was here. We had...

Southern Nights

by jjjshmidt on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Robert couldn't believe he had done this. He was sitting in his room at a well-known tropical resort famous for its promiscuity and lack of moral behaviors. Just 12 hours ago, he had packed his bags, hopped into a cab and boarded a plane heading south. His friend who worked at a travel agency had planned the trip for him and told him to get away for a while....

Jacob's Beloved

by greeneyelove on Sep 25, 2017
NonHuman

The hollow autumn moon lingered low on the watery horizon as beautiful, white crested waves crashed against the sandy shoreline in reckless abandon; the chilled evening air was heavily permeated with a stringent salty stench that easily carried far inland on the brisk breezes. Stray seaweed strands were strode about the beach in random disarray. Aged driftwo...

Sisters of the Mists Ch. 19

by Darkniciad on Jan 30, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

As the image of Marlena and Danica faded, Ashley sat up, scooted across the rumpled sheets and lay a hand on Celes' shoulder. "Are you okay?" The dark-haired witch drew in a long, stuttering breath. "I'm sorry, dearie." "You don't have anything to apologize for." Celes' sigh and her slumping shoulders disagreed. "I haven't known any of you as long as you...

Mr. Lewis Ch. 04

by CrackedChaos on Sep 18, 2017
Interracial Love

What can I say to you all that have been waiting for so long??? Is there any type of condolence I can give to make it right? That's highly doubtful. I feel like crap, and I'm actually quite angry. I'm angry at myself, I'm angry at my computer...and by God, I'm angry with Ryan Lewis. I'm angry with myself for downloading a bad version of Firefox, which cau...

Celebrities: Insert Name

by BOSTONFICTIONWRITER on Sep 14, 2017
Reviews & Essays

Celebrities: Insert Name If you could be with a celebrity, any celebrity past or present, who would you choose and why? "Well, Freddie, I always wanted to do Cleopatra. Does she count as a celebrity?" Insert a name of the celebrity that you presently drool over. He or she is your dream man or woman. You would do anything to be with this person. You dream...

Lost at Sea Bk. 02 Ch. 15

by KingOfHalves on Jun 8, 2020
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The prow of the wrecked ship hit the Kestrel with a sickening crunch. Swabs went to their knees. Riggers hung on to their ropes as they were whipped back and forth by the jarring impact. A few unlucky sailors even found themselves bowled completely over, or found themselves hanging in the air, suspended by their safety lines. Rope burn, splinters and scraped...

Loosening Up Bk. 09 Ch. 31-35

by SteveWallace on May 12, 2020
Group Sex

Chapter 31 - Rearrangements Dave was walking across the patio on Saturday morning after he'd been on omelet duty with Odessa. He'd then had breakfast with Odessa and she was at his side as he held her hand. He saw Dori laying on a chaise by herself. She was almost naked, as usual, and seemed to be panting. Dave leaned in and kissed her. She puckered up and...

Biological...Father?

by YKN4949 on Sep 13, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

I stood on the stoop outside of a small white house with red shutters about a thousand miles from home. The house was in a nice neighborhood in the suburbs. There were rows of identical houses next to it with similar small patches of lawns and plain black mailboxes. All of the houses appeared to be single-story ranch-style houses and the only thing that made...

BJ Bliss Ch. 02 The 'Burbs Do Blow

by masterandmargarita on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

Katrin went up to the counter and ordered a third cappuccino from the surly mustachioed barista, despite the fact that she was already shaking from a caffeine buzz. It was nearly lunch time, but she was not hungry. After stewing for a couple of hours about her business partner Malena's tactless job postings she decided to do some posting of her own. If BJ Bl...