There are times when I am sure there is a god and he has one really fucked up sense of humor. The rest of the time I'm pretty damn sure the really fucked up sense of humor is from Martin. Not that I argued on this idea, or tree otherwise known as Francis did either. Our third bassist, otherwise known as number three, his idea, rather liked the idea. I mean...
I hope I'm not screwing up, I'm writing a much longer story that will go into a different category. In that story I created a character that fascinates me. But in the other story she has a relatively minor part. But I think she deserves further exploration and as a result this is a long story but all in one piece. Thus it's posting in Novels and Novelettes C...
Chapter 1 "Ms. Shawcross will see you now," said the willowy blonde secretary, motioning them to follow her. Charles Emerson noticed that she had a pronounced seesaw to her hips as she undulated down the corridor to the conference room they had requested. "You know this is not going to be pleasant," warned Don Carcharo, Emerson's lawyer. "I don't expec...
... continuing from Part 02 ... Chapter 12 Michigan Just north of the Ohio-Michigan border is the Coldwater Lake State Park, an undeveloped piece of land with a few trails on a modest size lake. I'd set this as my travel goal because I left Greenville, Ohio, so late in the morning. I pulled into the small park, and took advantage of the fact that my moto...
Day 1 Sara was angry with her parents. She was smart, one of the smartest people in her high school class, and in her mind she knew she shouldn't be upset, and that the anger was just part of some teenage emotional misfire. But her parents knew she'd had a date planned for this weekend, and they'd brought her camping anyway. And since the summer had just be...
BOOK ONE Sunrise and bad weather on the Prairie can be a site of sadistic beauty -- A frightening thing, like a lion loosed from its cage while the tamer sleeps. Often when the weather is bad I am restless, sitting up nights or rising early before the dawn to walk out and watch the rainfall when sleep won't come to me. The summer nights have only just beco...
Author's Note: This story is basically gratuitous futa on boy sexy times. Like, a lot of it. Consider this fair warning for anyone who doesn't enjoy that kind of thing. **** Part One: Thrown to the Wolves **** Christopher MacKenzie sat uncomfortably next to his mother as she chatted away happily with Miss Carlyle. Apparently they were old friends from wh...
by UrsusMajr and PapaWereBear (Note to Reader: This is the sequel to Becoming the Bear. Although the two stories can stand alone, they are linked; some things in this story refer to events and characters in the earlier one. You may wish to read that one first. This is (obviously) a work of fiction, and no real persons or events are depicted. As in our other...
Chapter 1: Saturday Morning, 8:54AM She felt something move by her foot. Tiff looked towards the end of the bed and spotted a person-sized bulge creeping towards her under the covers. She resisted giggling, her eyes darting up at her other lover lying in front of her. He wouldn't! Tiff felt a kiss along the instep of her left foot, then another one alo...
Copyright 2008, 2009 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Time: Friday, December 21, 2018 4:05 PM EST, nine kilometers northeast of Burlington, Vermont "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jada looked at the driver with only a tiny hope of getting her roommate to give up. Once Emily had her mind latched on an idea, she had the tenacity of a Maine lobster ho...