Haven't been writing much lately, so this will hopefully kick my butt into gear. This the beginning of a story I haven't finished. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue. If not... Usual warnings. Some of what is contained in this story likely isn't a good idea in real life. Use your brains. Literature is literature, no more, no less. * He lay next...
(For background information, please read part 1) His phone vibrated at his side, signaling the Doctor's arrival and he entered the code to buzz him down into the cellar. The Doctor was a well established client of his and close friend and had served him in this manner frequently. He had to be sure the girls were in the best shape. As for Corrine, the panic...
Ryu POV "Why are there zombies crawling in Haven?!" I roared from the top of my lungs before slamming my fist against a zombie's face, watching him fly before it could take a bite out of me. That only drew more of them towards me. From all the horror movies I have seen, I assumed zombies would be slow and easy to fight, but now I'm starting to think otherw...
I wake up to find the professor still sleeping below me. I don't know for how long I've slept on him. It's pitch black outside. I roll over beside him. He's peaceful in sleep. His toned chest rises and falls like the ocean waves as he breathes. He smells like freshly burned rocks. His strong arms that carried me here bulge from his figure. I'm overcome by a...
Way back at the beginning, I mentioned that the story would jump the shark. Well, here we go. Ironically though, this was actually the original intention from the beginning. Original influence is from a 4-page short at the beginning of a doujin. The short pages were called 'Canned Peach' by Momoyama Jirou-and coincidentally, what got me into writing in the f...
The next morning Lady Sally lay slumped in an armchair in her Chinese, silk dressing gown embroidered with dragons, somewhat worse for wear. Her uncle's vodka had left her with a throbbing head, yet her maid insisted on clumping around in a huff. She couldn't imagine why. "Did we really blow up the monument?" "You certainly did," confirmed Victoria in a...
You awaken to the soundless vibrations of a strap releasing gentle tingles through your balls and up the shaft of your dick. Why the strap is on your balls doesn't quite break the surface of your consciousness. You remember allowing it to be put on the night before, but why... you moan softly and roll over in the warm nest of bed sheets and the comforting bl...
Chapter 8 THE GALA Author's note: Ideally, the previous chapters in this story should be read prior to reading this. Although this chapter could stand alone, it—as well as the upcoming chapters of the story—will be more meaningful if put in the complete context. ***** Suzie and I were in the back seat of our best friends Bob and Julia's car on the way to...
Over the last few days, I'd enjoyed a few naughty conversations on line with Bob, Calvin the black studs friend and Phil who was the other conversationalist. Both guys were very imaginative online and excited me immensely. I could hardly wait for Saturday evening when I would become a hot wife slut and the guys sexual plaything. I arrived at the hotel a good...
Natalie thrust her short story into her husband's hands and fought hard to contain her laughter. He read the title and beamed with obvious pleasure. "Storm Chasing Man?" He said, sinking into his corner of the bed. "Did you write this?" He asked. She nodded, wanting desperately to stifle her excitement. Justin began reading immediately and became spellbound...