Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember: This is a Novel 86. Fun and Games. Fred and Sharon entered the bedroom finding the fou...
Author's Note: Welcome to my winter contest entry, unlike some of my past work and my last particularly nasty entry, this one is in the spirit of the season and on the fun side. For those unfamiliar with me, a disclaimer; I enjoy telling a story and building up to the heat, if you're a fan of quicker stories, this may not be for you. Anyway, enough from me,...
This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and impregnation. Please do not continue if any of these subjects offend you. This is a work of fiction, meant to be enjoyed. Please click back if this does not suit your style. In a fantasy, there are no STD's, and pregnancies become nothing once you stop reading. Sorry it is so long. I get carried away wit...
This one's pretty long so consider yourself warned. I've used a character named Kelly in a number of stories. Yes, she is a real person, though none of the characters named after her are meant to represent her personally. She was simply the person I envisioned as I wrote. Disclaimer: As you read this story, keep in mind that I try to include something for...
"I really am sorry, Chris, you know I didn't mean it that way." I sat on the edge of our shared bed, stroking the short black hair of the diminutive woman beside me, her petite 4 foot eight body occasionally juddering with small sniffs and sobs, her tiny chest still rising and falling forcefully against my own C-cup breast, my almost full foot taller body...
A Horse With No Name - Part 2 Chapter 12 - The House on Stone Street The houses on Stone Street were older homes, mostly built in the nineteen twenties and thirties and were all well kept. The house with the address from my HR file was a red brick two-story colonial. It was similar in age to the neighbor's, and like the others, the exterior of the house wa...
Roseville was a nice enough town, Helen thought, but it would be nicer still if it had more choices. Two theaters, a handful of restaurants, a few grocery stores, a book store, a few things for kids, like a couple of parks with swings and such, and that was about it. Roseville didn't have much, but it mostly had what she wanted. Mostly. For a woman starting...
Dedicated to all those who enjoy a little soapy fun... *** Mark sat at his desk by an open window. The warm summer breeze drifted through as if attempting to lure him away from any intellectual pursuits. A series of books and one empty page of a notebook lay sprawled out before him. He tapped his pen against the blank white page, but the drumming of his wr...
CHAPTER 6: SHOWING GRATITUDE Thursday afternoon Peterson said he would take care of all the cleanup and shooed Mick, Harry and the girls on their way after the car wash. The girls had dried some in the sum, but the insides of their outfits were wet. They were both very happy when the guys told them they had packed extra clothes in the trunk. "Just chang...
This story is one of a continuing series of connected stories known as "Tales from the Shack." This is in LW because the Shack series started here, and it is much easier for those that follow the stories to find them if I keep them all together. In this case, the story stands well enough on its own, but it is very much a part of the series. I typically don't...