"A Perfect Crime" is a story of pure fiction. There is no connection in the real world to any persons either living or dead and any similarities to such are absolutely unintentional. Please Note:- NO-ONE IN THE STORY PARTICIPATING IN ANY FORM OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY IS UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ***** A Perfect Crime (Or maybe just a happy ending) Hello! My na...
I was 18 years old, and my life was over. My folks and I moved to this small town in the rural South called, of all things, Watley. I should've been pissed off about that move. I was heading into my second year in junior college, turning 19 soon. Most of my friends had already left for big universities; if I'd bothered to get better grades in high school, I...
Authors note: Hello everyone. This story was written for an invitational Author challenge set by BlackRandI. The theme of the stories all published together is Siren's Song and I hope I have touched on that brief with this story. Although set in the same town as another of my stories this story is about different people within the town, though you may see ca...
Pt 4. Categories: Consensual, Group, Anal, Toys, Love. 36. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to upset you!" She cried, "I-I was feeling the muscles, I-I don't have muscles like that, I'm quite weak and would love to be stronger." "You can feel them if you want to Ashley, I'll show you if you want, I'm proud of what I've achieved so far" she said tentatively. "I...
Life is what you make it, make your luck, destiny is in your own hands. Prologue I might as well own up right at the front of our short-term hopefully intimate but rather one-sided relationship between you the reader and myself: I'm an arsehole, no, let's be brutally frank with you, I am one dumb stupid arsehole. And an unlucky one at that. I never knew h...
Scent Marked: A biologist learns her true power on the trail of the snow leopard My heartfelt thanks to mollycactus and Brittni4u for their generosity in reading and editing this story. Chapter 1 "Fucking bollocks!" I uttered softly as I watched the large chunk of ice break away from the cliff where my axe had struck it, trying to give myself an anchor...
If I was going to write a novel of my life, 2017 would be the chapters were everything I knew and counted on to be a certain way in my life went all to hell. And Christmas was when I managed to claw my way back up out of there. The year before -- a bad year in its own right -- my hometown here on the ill-defined border between Florida's Treasure and Gold...
[In Chapter 1, readers learned that I had sought help from psychologist Dr. Lorraine Theriault. I was at the time a 23-year old, otherwise healthy male who could become sexually aroused but who was unable to sustain an erection when trying to penetrate a woman. Dr. Theriault, using unorthodox and professionally unapproved methods, was able to help me overcom...
Saturday, 9/27/2003 This morning, while I was out back putting a fresh coat of wax on the boat, Tommy unexpectedly walked up, picked up a polishing rag and joined in. Not that it's unusual for him to lend a hand, but he's heading back for his sophomore year at Cal Tech tomorrow and I'd have figured that he'd want to spend his remaining free time doing somet...
Note: All persons in this novel are fictitious. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this story is not for you. Those scenes that are included will be evocative rather than just for the sake of sex itself. This story is for your reading pleasure. Its length is undetermined at this time, because I do not know where my mind will tak...