Author's Notes: This is a one-off story. No sequels are planned for this this tale. I thought I'd try my hand at writing a piece about submission. Hopefully I didn't make a mess of it. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. ******** Chapter 1 The early winter storm raged and thrashed across the moun...
Special thanks of course goes out to my friend PennLady for her help with editing this one. You rock! And, although it was anonymous - and a comment from PennLady's last story - there was at least one person out there who wanted this gentleman to be featured in a story. So here he is, #52, all for you, whoever you are! Happy Reading! M. ;) *** Unsure of...
"I really did used to like the holidays," grumbled Ralph Persons Junior as he rubbed the same spot on his head that he'd whacked several times in a row on the same slanted ceiling beam. It was the first weekend in December and he was crawling around the attic looking for boxes of holiday decorations that his mother wanted hauled downstairs and put up the day...
"My God Vince I had more money working as a gofer on the wrestling circuit that summer after High School then I do now" That was my brother Tommy. We were sitting at my kitchen table and going over his finances for the upteem time. Tommy had not fared well in the 2 years since his Divorce. "OK Tommy" I tried to explain again "you pull in $52K a year after...
Urban Oddballs: Bitch Days Edited by Thegreat_pretender "Ah c'mon sis, it's too early to go for a walk!" Quiz said as Poppy pulled at her sheets with her mouth. Poppy barked and wagged her tail as she pushed against her little sister in bed with her paws. The plump bitch was eager to go out for a walk as early as possible. "Okay, okay, hold on, I gotta p...
Disclaimer: The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision. Any physical resemblance to a real person that any fictional character herein may bear is probably intentional and is...
2004 He wasn't Irish. That was the main thing. He was Austrian, from Amstetten, a town Gina had never heard of. He came to them highly touted, a profile-raising catch for the school who could now boast a native-speaking German teacher alongside their French one. Solange, however, was out on maternity leave that autumn. Had she been there, they would have...
The only point of contention between the Wolf and the Shepard is which one of them will get to eat the Lamb. ************** As I limped into the Blarney Saloon, the noise level dropped with everyone craning their necks to look at me. Then turning away, putting their heads together, whispering. While sneaking uncertain glances in my direction. I'd be gues...
Max should have known this vacation was too good to be true. He kicked his tennis shoes against the trunk of a fat old tree to get some of the dried mud off. Interdimensional travel packages were new, and never this cheap. Guess he got what he paid for, lost out in the middle of the sticks, his guide having not shown up yet. He checked the clock on his smart...
Hunt and Shaw were going over their evidence. They had their main clues posted on a large bulletin board. They both looked up as a large fit bodybuilder in a tailored fitting suit entered the squad room and made his way over to them. "Detective's Shaw and Hunt? I am Agent Albi Bock, DEA." Detective Shaw was struck by the agent's appearance. Coupled with hi...