With Tom driving his 10" spike into his horny step-mother's willing twat on a daily basis, we realized that we were at risk of getting caught by his father. We therefore contrived a plan to make my husband John our cuckold. The idea was actually proposed to us by John's ex-wife, and Tom's birth mother. She was visiting her children one day while John was on...
thank you for taking the time to read my story. I've been working on it a while an finally decided to submit it. please comment any feed back is most welcome. -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 We Guaru have hidden in the shadows for many moons, seeking only those of our own kind to take as our mates. Very seldom are we able to...
Jack felt his stomach lurch as the prow of the Arabella dipped into the edge of the gigantic whirlpool. He gripped the rope handholds hard with his raw hands, his mind not even registering the pain in the face of nature's titanic fury. Suddenly Garek spun the wheel hard. The ship groaned as the rudder cut into the sea, redirecting the mass of the ship. The...
The following story is true. Only the identity of the characters and locations have been altered. * Maria bolted upright in bed, trembling, her hands moist. She sleepily turned and gazed at the blurry digital dial of her alarm clock. She squinted to make out the time. "God, it's only 2:30," she muttered. She sank back down into the softness of her feath...
CHAPTER 1 Late afternoon Douglas Dodd drove slowly into the tree studded town, recognizing it well, a town that appeared to be sited amid a town park, which was what the town fathers at the time had intended. It was beautiful and peaceful and Douglas, who had not an ounce a goodwill around his heart, frowned. He had come here to do harm to Ida Goldsmith. T...
I had been called to meet my boss for a business conference in Scottsdale and had quickly packed and made my way to the airport. The plane had leveled off and now there was just the constant drone of the engines and the air blowing down from the overhead vent. I leaned back and closed my eyes. It was at times like this that I liked to reminisce. My life had...
Author's note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people or places, both living and dead is purely coincidental. Elements in the story may or may not resemble their real life counterparts. This is my first real work and it may not be up to many of the reader's standards but I hope my efforts make this story at least a bit interesting. A...
The Anglo Saxon Chronicles Part III I am an old man now, with an old man’s failings. It is nine years since my liege and, dare I venture, my friend Ælfred, King of Wessex and Rex Anglorum, passed to greater glory. I fear I shall not be long behind him for winter chills my bones and I sleep more and more by the brazier in the Scriptorium. My hands have grow...
I am reposting this story as I have been wanting to rewrite parts of it for some time. My heartfelt thanks as ever to evanslily for her superb editing skills and advice. Night and Day, Cole Porter. 1932. ****** "Ladies and Gentlemen, pray silence for the Father of the Bride," the toastmaster called out. Feeling the knot of fear tighten in his stomach,...
A new master I tried attacking everyone but the Master a few times, but he's too careful now and he's always alone when he summons me. I can't attack him and he knows it. I miss my freedom. I don't hate this world, but I miss watching television. This world is so far behind in terms of technology; no cars, no electricity, barely a semblance of engineering....