Helena's scent gave Brooks the motivation he needed. He pushed open the heavy cement slab and saw it led to a set of rickety stairs. Brooks stuck the silver dagger, still wrapped in the tshirt, down the back of his pants. He was about to run down when the direness of the situation hit him. Brooks always hated the mental link. His father encouraged him to t...
Mark gently closed the door behind him, and set his keys down on the small table next to the door. He stretched his long, muscular body as he moved into the small apartment. His crystal blue eyes scanned the room as he hung his jacket in a closet next to the kitchen. As he moved across the spacious living room, he saw Helena emerge from the bathroom wrapped...
Cum and cunt juice. The room stunk of it. Sharon was rubbing her face in Helena's dripping snatch whilst sucking up our cum. This was fantastic and was soon to become even more erotic and down right filthy. After our mad sexcapade we threw some sarongs around ourselves and took a much needed break and sat down for a quick meal of some energy enhancing pasta...
Myka had been hit before. She'd been in car accidents before. The thing about that kind of pain was that you whited out. There was a point where you just overloaded and all the pain in the world was just a dull ache. That was bad in its own way. There was always the fear that a nerve had pinched or a vertebra had shattered or something, anything, had gone wr...
Authors Note: For those of you that have been reading "Lisa's Second Chance" this story is a prequel and takes place around 7 years before Lisa is recruited to the commune. We meet some of the main characters before they met Lisa. If you have not read "Lisa's Second Chance" then this story works well on its own and I hope you enjoy it. Kisses. Lisa XXX *...
Introduction Lisa is an attractive, blonde 25 year old human living and working on earth. Alien life had been found over 100 years ago and various shady government programs existed but were kept secret from the population. Space travel had become affordable and a growing industry blossomed. Fresh from a broken relationship and with no prospects, she meets a...
Won't make much sense if you haven't read What're the Odds. Hopefully it will still be hot, just not make much sense. As always, I hope it gives pleasure. ***** Gemma ached a little all over, as is only to be expected after the exertions of the previous night. She had a new ache she'd never felt before, a deep satisfying ache deep within her. She'd been s...
"Get out of my bar, you frigging Indian bitch, as I told you before, we're closed," said Bill Hughes, owner of Hughes Pub in the west end of Winnipeg, Manitoba. The towering, silver-haired and blue-eyed barkeep glared angrily at the short, round Aboriginal woman who stood defiantly before him, simply refusing to back down. She'd been coming around the bar fo...
A quick stop-off in Baltimore to collect Edgar Allen Poe's stuffed raven—obvious, that one—and before Pete knew it, he and Myka were on a double-date with HG and Giselle. Pete generally thought Myka and HG were a bit like him and the Browns—he hated them until he liked them. Sometimes, Myka went all in with HG, phoning her, Skyping with her, writing super-...
Helena Smith-Barrington is a sixty-year-old woman originally from the City of Birmingham, Alabama, who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, during the real estate craze affecting the Capital of Canada. Far from her southern comfort zone, Helena had to adapt to a brand new environment. Fed up with the direction the economy in Alabama was going in, Helena dec...