Blake jolted out of his sleep. It had been bothering him, his reaction to the woman he saw earlier. Now he knew why. She was his mate. Leon knew, that louse! He wanted to smack his head, but instead he wiped the beads of sweat off of his face. He thought back for a moment, and remembered that Jaques had called her his mate, but he hadn't listened. Blake re...
SHE WALKED IN THE BAR, a frown burrowed in between her neatly done eyebrows. What better way to forget her troubles as the smoky air started to fill with cigar and cloudy cigarette puffs .They floated around her atmosphere, in her nostrils, and did a good squeeze. The surroundings spoke of vibrant moods, drunk and somber. Conversations were lively, argument...
The plane had been airborne for about an hour and Sarah still couldn't get rid of the butterflies in her stomach. Now that the captain had come over the intercom and told the passengers they were about 15 minutes from their destination, the free flying butterfly had changed into a fist sized lump of granite that plunged down to the pit of her stomach. She wa...
Allan Fitzgerald's front yard was unusually shallow for a parcel that had once been a working farm. A mere sixty feet separated his front porch from the curb of NY 231. Behind his humble little ranch, his spread extended a quarter mile further eastward, and was almost as wide as it was deep. The previous owner had once operated a moderately successful corn f...
Chapter 1 – Making New Friends It was one of those perfect early summer days. I had finally finished the spring frenzy of planting, painting and generally getting my home and gardens looking great. I was feeling very good about life in general. After just existing through a long depressing winter, fighting to stay warm, fighting off the pounds and getting t...
So this is my newest story. I know I've been sporadic in my submissions, but you know how life can be sometimes. I will return to The Punchline, but I think I may rewrite the whole thing, as, reading over it, I felt it was very rushed and, while decent, was definitely not my best work. And I'm a writer for fuck's sake, so I should be rewriting shit cause I'm...
Somewhere in the deep forests of the Carpathian Mountains, lived a very old, very large and very vicious wolf. It was so old that it was said that legends about him had inspired Charles Perrault for his tale: "the little red riding hood". It was so large that even the bears would flee through the forest when they smelled his terrible stench. It was so viciou...
Eliza's hands gripped the back of the couch, steadying her against Damian's deep thrusts into her body. The cushions beneath her accepted her weight without complaint, though their rough fibers were digging into her skin. Her head bowed and eyes closed, she let Damian exert himself against her. She gasped each time his cock touched her deepest recesses, and...
Kisha waited three hours before going back into the room. She took a moment to study Jason's body. "Changed your mine any?" He was visibly fuming and shook in the harness as she entered. "You said I'd only be hanging here for two hours! You lied to me!" "You will learn that I don't lie. I am here to train you. I thought an extra hour appropriate." He glar...
The following morning John awoke at about 8am and quickly went into the bathroom and showered. He was getting used to the luxury of Carrie's lifestyle; he had not often showered in a marbled cubicle which was actually big enough for about four other people as well. The fact that water seemed to spray at him from every direction was also fun, as well as pract...