The rain came down hard that morning when Danny, Natasha and Cammy drove into the city. They left at six am to be sure they could beat Kara to the hotel first. The three of them wore dark hooded sweatshirts over jeans, trying to select the most inconspicuous of clothing to wear. Danny was grateful they didn't have hair long enough to tie back like Natasha an...
I wrote this for my daughter, who loves stories about vampires, werewolves and all that ilk. She was trying to write a story on this genre, so I decided to 'dash off' a little tale for her. And yes, she did like it. I have edited it a bit before submitting it here -- spiced it up a bit, but it's basically the same story. Hope you enjoy reading it as much a...
© Andyhm. 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or o...
We landed in Mexico early in the afternoon. A shuttle took us straight from the airport to the resort. We were all dressed comfortably. The girls wearing short Khaki shorts and loose fitting tanks. Alex looked particularly hot. Her shorts were the perfect tightness around her round and full ass. The weather was hot but very beautiful. It was nice getting out...
A tale of Southern charm, lust, love, sorrow, and a little bit of magic. Chapter One: The Scent of Magnolias It happens every Spring, or when I close my eyes and feather dust the pale yellow dry perfume oil lightly all over my body. The magnolias, sweet magnolias, are blooming…and I can scarce draw a breath with the thoughts the sweet odor evokes in...
Author's Notes: This story is based on true events. I have changed some situations around for a better flow and changed all the names to protect those involved, but that's it. Thanks to those who helped make this a much better read. You know who you are. All participants are 18 or above. ***** "Uni will be rough," my former English teacher had cautioned...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
I never liked the opera, but it was that time again. It was time for our annual pilgrimage into the city for some of what Jennifer calls culture. It was time for me to drag my feet and resist... Yeah, like resisting would do any good. I don't know she ever got me to agree to it, but this was the deal I made. One weekend a year, she was completely in charge....
This is the finale of the story. I apologize, but this part is longer than the first three. I had originally intended to split the story into five parts, but I couldn't find a good point where the events had a natural divide and the last two sections would be roughly of equal length. Rather than pick an artificial split and leave everyone off-balance, I dec...
Continued from part five Ow...arugg... Liz? You're not Liz... The door... It's just too far over... I twist harder, willing my eyes rightward, summoning every available ounce of strength - I must find out... It's no use: the gag straps holding my head to my restraining pole simply dig that much more painfully into my cheeks - I haven't a prayer of se...