Idly, I thought of comparisons between my ghost-girl and our former babysitter, Sophie. They were remarkably similar in size and shape. Both were small-breasted and slender; both pale; both black-haired; both smart; both lusty and sexy; and they were both the sluttiest creatures I've yet seen on this earth. Smiling kindly, but teasing my lover too, I said,...
Thank you all for being patient. I've been busy reworking my next book, but I had time to complete another chapter of this story for you. I hope you enjoy it. _________________________________________________ "I can only remember bits and pieces of it," said Monica, after sipping from her coffee mug, "I was on the dance floor with two guys when I started g...
Down the corridor Lynn knew something was watching her and waiting patiently for her to go to sleep. She just needed to stay awake a few hours and it would be dawn and she would be safe. The beautiful 200-year-old cottage had sounded like such a good deal when she bought it. Hand carved shutters and a beautiful rose garden growing in the backyard. The kitche...
Melinda stood in her shop reading the paper. It was all over town, 6 women had been sexually assaulted but none of them could id their attacker. They all had the same story; they woke up feeling a cock moving inside their bodies but when they opened their eyes, there was no one there. Melinda being the town ghost buster, as her husband Jim jokingly called h...
"'The time has come,' said the walrus to the carpenter.", or words to that effect and a tip of the hat to Lewis Carroll. I've enjoyed this adventure, and I hope you have too. But it's time to bring this one to a close. Thank you all for your kind remarks and enjoy the final chapter. __________________________________________________ Epilogue He typed in...
"Goodnight sweetheart," Alicia said leaning over to give her fiancé a quick kiss before he turned off the light and rolled over. "Goodnight." Justin whispered as he absent-mindedly returned her kiss, sleep already beginning to overtake him. Letting out a small sigh she watched in mild frustration as he quickly drifted off. Truthfully she didn't blame him...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
"Where are you, you fucking pricks?" The shout echoed throughout the storage area of the warehouse as the shouter frantically looked around him for his tormentor. Isaac 'Itchy' Painter waved his gun around, eyes wide and with sweat pouring off of his forehead. All around the area, his 'back-up' was lying on the floor; all ten of them, out cold and useless...
I would describe Samantha as being a bit strange, but that would be far and away too much of an understatement. Actually, she is A LOT strange, even for one of my lady friends. Sam is a very sexy young widow, whose much older husband died, extremely happy, from a massive heart attack during some wild sex with her. I haven't done that yet, and I sort of hope...
Most of the common folk are perfectly content to simply cower before a necromancer and his undead horde. Well, "content" may not be the word they would use, but they still cower all the same, never appreciating the necromancer's effort. That's the problem with peasants, really. They see one shambling army of the unliving and think they've seen it all. No res...