"Natasha!" Bobby chanted her name from the base of the staircase. Natasha was in her final stages of getting dressed which still meant she'd need up to another 10 minutes. It was the Fourth of July and Bobby wanted to visit his grandparents' house for their annual cook out. Natasha was excited to see all of his family again. She hadn't seen his extended fa...
Rhona Staelish paced back and forth in her office as she waited. The Sheriff of Longacre loved her town, but she had fought away a lot of corrupting influences to help these people, especially her niece, Cimri. The Archbaron was not a particularly good person, but he'd burn down any threats to the area he controlled. Collateral she'd have to manage to protec...
The Fourth Afternoon On the way back to the cave, her mind was ablaze. The first, best choice was surgery. Of course, that wasn’t an option. Even if the Arcturans would allow her a field-hospital-quality surgical set-up, she had never done anything this extensive. This would require a full-fledged trauma team. She wasn’t about to let him die, whatever the...
Professor Channer heavily sighed at the paper in front of him. He was to have a very full year, all his classes were of beginners in the subjects and he had tons of lectures to prepare. His only rejoice was the thought of his new TA, Paige Johnson. She had been in all his classes since her first year of college, a very hard-working, passionate student. She c...
“Tell us what you’re into,” the man in the white coat asked Brenda. His pen was ready for her answer, a clipboard on the desk before him. “And be honest.” Brenda only blinked at him. The man looked like her Uncle Frank, right down to the bald head and the alarming tufts of nasal hair. How could she confess her most intimate fantasies to someone who reminded...
I haven't always been the world's greatest covert operative, famous glamour model, or even small-part actress with a bigger following than most superstars. Back in 1969 I was just a girl of 19, but I was already commanding men's attention like I simply owned it from the start. Most were drawn to my ludicrous MM cup breasts (They weren't quite done growing ev...
The last two hours of Callum's life had been unbearable. The midwife had ushered him out of his own home and he was forced to stare at the entrance blankly, fear eating away at his very soul. Inside, he heard female voices spoken in short manner. His brothers tried to offer comfort, but Callum could barely hear them. His hands fisted at his sides; by the g...
Author's note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you're out in real life. As usual, there's truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. However, the part with Frank in the car is real and pretty much verbat...
The very next morning after they arrived home she called his mistress to get the key. He was devastated when Tweets told him that she was out of town until the end of the week. She told him not to pout, that it was just little longer till she got the key. During that time she also had her way with him in every room in the house, in the pool, on the patio and...
Rhys was having trouble sleeping. His dreams seemed to be a repeat of Agent Peters shooting him in the gut and forcing him to watch as the Agents systematically slaughtered his pack. In the end, it kept returning to Aru demanding that he be let out and Rhys suddenly was thrust awake as he felt himself involuntarily shift. He jerked in his bed, shoving at the...