Thanks to luvtaread for editing Total Ruin. That was the way Brandon found the camp that had, up until a few days before, been his home. As he stood with Ashley, he stared in raw shock, despite the fact he had been expecting it, seeing this amount of damage was still overwhelming. The situation was too much for Ashley and as tears streamed from her eyes...
Diane watched Isis and Ginger link their arms together and head out of the back door. She shook her head as they turned back at her, winked and then giggled behind upraised palms. She'd turned down their offer for a naughty evening, but they had known she would have. Diane had been friends with the two women for three years now, learning the tricks of the tr...
It was just a whisper in my mind, but I heard it. The voice was a girl's; faint, insistent and erotic. I shook my head to clear it; I must have imagined the words—strange words. "Free me, Emerson, and you shall have me." My name is Emerson L. Palmer. Any guesses which rock group my parents were big fans of at one time? Still are actually! I am a student a...
As mentioned by a comment from a reader about my first story that person believed that the story Navy Blues is racist bullshit. Further from the truth could that be. I abhor racism. I was raised in a mixed race family. My stepdad taught me to believe that I should look into a person's eyes and locate that person's heart. If I cannot see the heart, then move...
"Emily comes next weekend' Isabella tells me. We're naked together in her bed, having made love a half hour prior followed by some nice cuddling. My cock throbs involuntarily at the mention of Emily's visit. "I see you are excited!" she jokes. Luckily in the darkness she can't see my embarrassment. "Yeah," is my only reply. "I am actually excited to meet h...
This is a recent autobiography; however sex tragic one of me, Laura. Nickname: Vixxx. Aka: Wanton Vixxxen. Wife {twice over} mother to six {NEVER over} grandmother of thirteen and still counting with the youngest chick getting married and leaving the roost next year. Interior designer/ retail merchandiser by day; writer by night and Dominatrix anywhere in- b...
Tahti's note: The story should be read as a fantasy, in no way did I mean to be disrespectful to Matthew Fox. ----------------------- The dress can be called anything from slutty to classy, depending on the intention of an onlooker. Deep red satin hugs her hips and thighs snugly, the hem reaches her knees and the top is not particularly low-cut. But ther...
Jay came home about nine in the evening, feeling exhausted and slightly depressed from the way things went at work. Putting his brief case on the chair by the front door in the softly lit room, he walked into their living room where soft rock music played on their stereo system. He thought about having a drink until he looked around and spotted Crystal drink...
Life is more dramatic than drama 6.30 AM It was early morning; I heard loud noises from the corridor of our Hostel. I came out of the room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Gandhi, was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An arsenic bottle was found besides the bed. Gandhi married six months earlier to Madhusmita, studying...
CHAPTER 1 The island supply boat was an open structure with the wheelhouse well forward. Behind it was a large area for deck-top cargo around the two hold covered tops and seating for ten around the curve of the stern. Ten people including Straun Duncan took their seats and as the deckhand was about to cast off a woman cried, "Wait." He waited. The woma...