I am a night owl, a creature of nocturnal habits. Nothing out of the ordinary though, it is just that I work as a waitress in a nightclub. I start around nine in the evening and I get back home around six in the morning. Usually I have a light breakfast and then straight to bed. Therefore I mostly live by night. Talking about living, I live in a small th...
Chapter VI. Destiny was driving her old, beat up, red Volvo fast along the Coastal Highway south of West Pam Beach, Florida. The hot, humid, salty air pouring in from her open window had caused another sneezing fit. Damn allergies, she thought as she opened her eyes. She felt dizzy and confused for a second. She lost her bearings. What am I doing? She puzzl...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 Clark Duhon looked out his living room window as the young girl pedaled her bicycle past Rodney Boudreaux's house again. He smiled sadly; Rodney Boudreaux most likely did not even notice the girl. He knew, if Rodney did happen to come o...
Sorry, everyone, for the 'cliffhanger' in the last chapter. It was not my intention when I submitted it, it was just a natural stopping point in an already long chapter, and created a natural starting point for the next. But I digress... As it wasn't my intention to tease with the ending, I am pushing up the submission of the next chapter. Be warned, though...
Carole Banning was floating in a pleasant world of soft, billowing clouds, as warm images from her past glided by. She saw her parents, her brothers and sisters, old friends from her youth and then her college days. She saw her children, as well, laughing and playing as youngsters. So this is heaven, she thought contentedly, a sense of peace enveloping her...
It was a sharp intake of breath, followed by stifled giggles that woke me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered and I squinted instinctively from the light pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room. What time was it? Late morning? What was I doing in this room? Ah yes. Sylvia and Carmen. The memory of the previous evening's events came...
Worcester, MA, 1996 Richard Raintree, age eighteen and born Richard Marsden, peeked around the door jam into the bedroom of his eighteen year old sister, Renee. She was his stepsister really, the family now made up of his Mom, and her Dad, both on their second marriages. It was the only way really, they could look nothing like each other, and yet be born on...
This story is set in the world of "Secret of the Strongman," written in 2000 by Nancy Rose. You can choose to find that story first or not; I think that this one works fine either way. Warning for those who don't like such things: this story involves magic. * * * * * * * It didn't seem especially important, going in. Just another play in the fourth quarte...
A.N. Helloooooooo. Okay so after a million and one inconveniences, a bombardment of snowstorms and power outages. I'm finally here again! This chapter has been done for a while but I've been working on other works preventing me from posting it. But those will be coming out soon as well! The Following Contains: Dick girls fuckin bois. Git gud. (Also som...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft spell-check. You have been forewarned. *.* .*. *.* .*. *.* She had been a cute nineteen year old secretary, administrative assistant when he met her. She had recently graduated from Oakle...