Florence anxiously waited for William at the mountain pool. This would mean everything to her. If this meeting were to go poorly, her life would almost certainly be forfeit. Weres apart from their mates would lose their way, and inevitably, their minds. As much as her family loved her, they could not allow her to live if she went rogue. Sooner or later, rogu...
She didn't want to do this, she had avoided coming to Shunkaha for years now. Tonight though, her hand had been forced. Dammit, I have got to know what happened! The man saw me naked; worse yet, he saw me naked while I was hugging Beth! I'd beg her to just send me the story, but I need to be looking into her eyes when she tells me. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm...
At the bell's first jangle Florence jolted upright in the big armchair; how could she have forgotten? Sir Richard had been up in town, to discuss the revised drafts with his publisher, and upon his return she was supposed to have met him at the station with the Bentley. Inexcusably she had allowed herself to become engrossed in the romance that now lay open...
STORY 16 He's a very big boy thought Florence as she watched her gardener out by the swimming pool. She had arrived home just in time to see the youth rise bollock naked from the water and then prance around showing off his erect penis as if to an audience. It stood out like a pole, so stiff that it barely moved as he hopped about. She sucked in an involun...
Footlong (Part 2) Kathryn M. Burke Incredibly, Julius agreed to the plan. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that he let Samantha talk him into it. For reasons she herself didn't understand, she made a strong pitch on behalf of her friend, saying that it would just be a one-time thing (although deep down she wondered if that would actually be the...
"Hello Tristan," a voice said as he was slowly and painfully making his way back to consciousness. "Mmph," He responded, the inside of his mouth tasting as though he'd fallen asleep under a chicken coop. Laughter pealed from the Lady's lips as she handed the disorganized wolf a silver chalice filled to the brim with ice-cold water. "Here... drink this. I...
In The summer of 1864 Florence Harper found employment as housemaid for a well to do family in the Lincombes area of Torview South Devon's prime resort for many of the Victorian upper classes. Florence, a very attractive girl, had everything going for her - but ironically that would ultimately be her demise. Her future was in jeopardy when she found hersel...
HER VIRILE GARDENER Can she educate him to pleasure women? This story is entirely a work of fiction. He's a very big boy thought Florence as she watched her gardener out by the swimming pool. She had arrived home in time to see the young man rise bollock naked from the water and then prance around showing off his erect penis as if to an audience. It stoo...
There's a magic in the way that women concentrate, closing out the noise around them, delicate and determined at the same time. Alex was no different, tapping the end of her red biro against her teeth then crossing through a mistake with a swift slash. She was able to shut out the sound of Mike and Dennis discussing football across the common room. They were...
Saturday morning came early for most of the pack, but not for Florence. Down at the pack community hall where most wolves took their meals, breakfast came and then passed once again. Florence had been surprisingly absent; she had never failed to show for a meal, or a sunrise for that matter. She was always up before everyone else, pushing herself to be the b...