I looked over to where Pam and Jane had been laying in the sand but they were no longer there. I asked William, "Where do you think they went?" "My guess is that they are at the hut already or maybe watching Annette." We went by the bar on our way to the hut and saw Sammy, Damon and Yvonne standing there talking. We went over to them and William asked, "Wh...
Father Geoffrey was sitting in his office. It was late, the run in with Josephine left him with a bad taste in his mouth. The girl she was with however, was the greater concern. It wasn't immediately apparent, but remembering the morning he met Josephine... It was now apparent the demon had taken over the stupid girl... Whether she liked it or not... He'd he...
"Why didn't you warn me about how freaking big he is?" Fredi gasped with rather genuine surprise. "He's huge... just like the schoolgirl gossip of big hands equals big cock sized huge, but even bigger. It's a monster, I can't even get my fingers all the way around it!" "Well it takes two hands to handle a Whopper, and if you're not woman enough to handle t...
Hey all, I wanna thank you all for the nice comments you've been leaving. I would appreciate some feedback however just to see if there are any fans of the series that have anything to contribute to the direction of the story. Thanking you in advance :-). --------------------------------------- 'Can't you just quit?' Nikole asked impatiently as Alex prepar...
***** I haven't looked in here in ages, not really wanting to after finding my work published freely without my knowledge and permission. But recently, I came to a realisation about why I wrote anything in the first place. Mostly, it was out of a need to get what was inside of me ... well, out. So if anybody might want to give this a try, this is a tale t...
There she lies staring at the ceiling at 3 o clock, in her and her husbands bed, next to her lover. Post orgasmic, a little sad and a little confused as to how she ended up here, having this affair behind her husbands back, as he lay in the hospital from a car crash, hurt but stable and believing that his faithful and lovely wife of 19 years is coming to see...
(note: part one of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years She was everywhere – and nowhere... And she came for him – as she never had before – in his sleep. Clinging to ice, beseeching him, begging him to listen... to listen... to the stars... Chains around her waist, her neck, her hands and feet; water reaching up fr...
My name is Jack Thomas and I'm a screw-up. It's my own fault too. I currently work at a local grocery store here in Fort Wayne Indiana. It's almost as bad as a Wal-Mart. I got a uniform (which is a wonderful shade of shit-brown that you'd expect out of a UPS man) , a name tag (which some clever jackass, wanting to be funny, had made out to read "Jack-O-Tom...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story...
Behind her cat's eyes glasses her green eyes were blazing. A note of half suppressed hysteria flavoured her voice as she issued orders. She sounded ardent, metallic, possessed. She was in fact a mad genius, driven by her own quasi-religious vision. Miss Cuff was in charge- very, very much in charge- and her project, this school production in which boys wore...