The Pocket Jar Hannah sat on the wooden bench and ran her fingers over the rough letters carved in the seat. "Eagle over there, watching us," Bonita said. "Where?" Hannah asked, scanning the far bank of the beaver pond. "That tall pine. Straight across." Hannah caught sight of the bird's white head just as it spread its wings and flew over the pond and...
The darkened room, where shadows knew their place, held close to a sharpened edge of silence. Not the kind of quiet you find among the safe mediocrity of upscale living. Nor was this the dusky soundless earphone shrouded detachment of the overfed, pampered and techno distracted numbness of a generation adrift. Instead, the atmosphere was similar to a postmor...
In his new room, Adonis was having the time of his life. Bedding Cleta couldn't have been easier for him, not needing to say more than a few words to her before he had his cock jammed down her throat. At the moment, Adonis was having her in the same position while working her mammaries breasts up and down and side to side, grinding her voluminous tits around...
Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events in this work are fictional. Any similarities with real people, living or dead, or events is purely coincidental. * Kevin and Krystin had been dating for almost a month. She never mentioned the forty years difference in their ages, though it was diffic...
"Alright kids, just give me one more big smile...there we go!" Tegan smiled down at the laughing kids who were too busy shoveling way too pricey cake into their cute mouths to pay her any attention. It was a slightly overcast day in Central Park and Tegan was on a job. She was supposed to be walking around, snapping pictures for the Westing family; Upper E...
Author's Note: This wicked tale is an adult version of Little Red Riding Hood. I do hope you enjoy it. Thanks to deathlynx for willingly reading as I wrote, pointing out a few things I missed, and a great title. If there are more errors . . . it is my fault. ~ Red. ~ ~ ~ ~ Athelyna listened to the tales of old, wondering just like the other boys and girls...
Doug's eyes peeled open to find his wife, staring at him. Her nails gently stroked through his hair, she smiled at him, warmly, sincerely. "Morning," he croaked through dry lips without returning her smile. "You were dreaming. You were calling my name and humping your pillow," Janice said with a playful but affectionate giggle. "Yeah well, I was so fuckin...
Dear Readers, Parts some of you have been waiting for here. By the way, sorry guys for what happens to Cody. Enjoy, KemMyst ***** The pack was finishing dinner when Randall got word that his first grandpup had arrived. He stood and everyone took notice. He howled and the pack joined him. Randall then strode to the side room, collected the Severns, and...
'I got it,' Laura said, running into the kitchen. 'I got the job!' That's great,' Dave said. He hugged his fiancée, full of joy at the news. Laura had been desperate to find a new job. Anything to get away from the place where she worked under her nightmare boss, Gloria. 'When do you start?' Laura's smile disappeared. 'As soon as I get my reference.' 'Fro...
Richard loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his pinpoint Oxford shirt as the commuter train slowly approached the station. Streaks of yellow and orange foliage flitted by his window. He had no interest. He tugged on his necktie once more. The air in this railcar was always so stale, and he was subjected to it every night. Well, not every night. He occ...