I never saw Tamara again. She didn't respond to my one text congratulating her. After thinking about it, that probably wasn't what she wanted from me. Mother pouted. Dad had actually laughed in public. It was like she'd never known the man, and she blamed me. In a bizarre form of punishment, she started wearing lipstick. It was blatant. She applied a deep r...
The characters in this story are property of Marvel comics. I have used them in honor of the comic series and admiration for the characters. This story is original and is in no way tied to any of the canons of the Marvel Universe (to save myself the grief of working with time lines). This story contains adult material of a sexual nature. If it is illegal for...
Once again Doug is leaving Paris. For good this time. At least at home he had Renee, but shit there was Mandy, too. How could his nice peaceful life have turned into a soap opera? But first he had to straighten out the Renee-Mandy thing. Chapter 10 Forgetting Paris I stared out the window during the flight home. It was harder and harder to leave Paris. I...
New Felicity: The Mur Cel was still looking for shelters with survivors ten years after the Gulf event. One team found a shelter that had seven women and an apparent wild man. He refused to show his companions to the team and when one came up from the cellar he punched her hard. The team subdued him and asked the women to step up. They were asked if the...
Captain Jacob Tassel left the medical wing with urgency in his step and confusion clouding his sight. The two together caused him to walk straight into the rounded walls of the expansive spacecraft but still didn't break him from his trance. The next time it wasn't an interior wall that he bumped into but an organic life form. "Captain!" she exclaimed as t...
Summary: Liz learns that a witch's bite IS worse than her bark... Anyone who is under the age of 18, along with anyone offended by stories of a sexual nature or containing sexual situations or offended by the idea of mind control in any fashion, please do not read this story. Author's Note -- Thanks everyone for the kind emails! If you have any suggestions...
Cathy drove all the way home with her jaws clenched. Her headache was throbbing by the time she reached the driveway. Her day began with confidence, and now she was trembling with anger from almost a whole week of battling what she was learning was a good old boy network. The back door slammed behind Cathy and she stomped her foot. She forgot to stop by th...
A tongue flicked at the slickened lips of Tholena's vagina, working its way in small circles slowly and lovingly around the puffy flesh, up to the engorged nub. The ecstasy mage groaned and writhed as she gently caressed the chestnut-haired head between her thighs. "Like that, yes," she whispered with throaty voice. "Vibrate your tongue." Her lover complie...
Serena McGuire hated boats; that was all there was to it. The rolling beneath her feet, the closed confinement. Even the sea air bothered her, although it never had before. Of course, she had been on a beach then. But the combination now had her stomach rolling along with the waves of the ocean. Her best friend, Isabel Trecher, instructed her that if she wo...
My name is Natalie and I am writing to tell you all how I found myself last weekend introduced by my husband to two total strangers as a paid whore. Objectively the idea that I am or could be a whore is beyond belief. I am married to Paul who is only my second lover. As a thirty-six year-old woman this is not many lovers. Yet this moment represented for me t...