Author's Note: Many thanks to all who've voted, favorited, and commented on Part 1. Your kindness brought me great joy and inspiration. Below is Part 2 in gratitude. I hope you like it as much as the first one! If you haven't read Part 1, I urge you to do so before reading on. ***** Ben and I sat on the bench in the center of the apartment complex. The s...
Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote and comment. * Kim meets a stranger, a much older man that she met online Revised, rewritten, and continued from chapter one: She didn't have the courage to break it off with him. Instead, she was curious enough and sexually excited enough to meet him. As if she was curious who was the Wizard of Oz, sh...
Oakmont had spent $14,000,000 to expand its municipal water park, now renamed "Water Nation." The Husseys from Riverdale, about seven miles away, didn't mind paying the extra money for a family pass. Thirty something, very generously endowed, Joyce Hussey lay with her husband Fred in side by side pool chairs as their two young children splashed with other yo...
Disclaimers: This vacuous stroker, the last of a three-part story arc, is fiction, so chill. Fuckers are over 18 and shun condoms. Tags: fuckfest, bisexual, pregnancy. If you object, stop reading. No incest here. Voices and details may be unreliable. Opinions may not be the author's. Read prior chapters first. Comments are demanded. Enjoy! ***** Stanley St...
A new story series with some of the same characters out of my other stories... I pulled into my driveway on Friday afternoon. It had been a tough week, and I was ready to relax and kick back for the weekend. I went down to the street and pulled the empty trash can back to its place on the side of the house, then went around to go inside through the mud room...
"Judith, you're awfully quiet tonight... is something wrong?" asked Mary. I heard her voice, but not the words. I was holding up a cute bra and panty set pretending to be admiring the sexy lingerie, when in reality my mind was a million - miles away. "I'm sorry - what did you say?" I asked my friend. "Sweetie, you've been distracted all night...your eyes...
As long as she was able to remember half-elf priestess Lillian had dedicated her life to the gods. She was an orphan and raised by the Church but ever since she turned eighteen she had been locked in an endless internal struggle. Filthy degenerate thoughts kept invading her mind for years and there have been a few times she almost touched herself in an impro...
The imperial elven capital's airship port was more like a large field of towers and landing spots than a traditional seaport. Different sized rotating towers lifted up platforms of cargo and people with magical ease while their steady humming filled the air. On top of the usual traffic several new patrol class cruisers were in the middle of their launch pre...
The phone rang. It was 3 AM on Thursday. The boy awoke and fumbled around for it. It was someplace under his hoodie by his desk. He found it and answered it, half rolling away from his sleeping roommate in his bunk so as not to wake him. "Mmnnn Hello?" "Hello Vic! How is my nice hunk of Vanilla dick?" It was Wendy. She was horny, excited, and on the phone...
Happy holidays to all. This story is my seasonal gift to the many fans of S.T.A.L.K. and those of Clive & Nova in particular. It is the third in a series and continues the relationships and situations introduced in AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN PRAGUE and AGENT OF S.T.A.L.K. IN LOS ANGELES. To fully appreciate the nuances of NEW ORLEANS readers may want to check ou...