I thrive on feedback so please feel free to leave comments. This is written with the intent of making it into a graphic novel so if something seems out of place it is because they are meant to be drawn. Please enjoy the continuation of Henri's adventure and without further ado. ***** The next two days go that way as well, with Zilvra going hunting, Henri...
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, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole, Ethical Dilemmas. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much apprec...
Chapter 15 January as always, was busy, very busy. Hours were long and everyone was worked hard. There was little time for entertainment, though they managed to get to the Plough on Wednesday nights which was a necessary relief of tension. Aidan heard nothing from Julie, though he was so busy he hardly thought about her at all. While the rest of the staff...
Holly looked at the tablet again. She'd been very careful to use privacy mode so no one else could see her search history, but after visiting half a dozen different sites, they all said much the same thing. Nymphomaniac - a woman who has abnormally excessive and uncontrollable sexual desire Was that really what she was calling it? Was that really her? Wa...
Sorry for the delay. Life always gets in the way. Hopefully everyone enjoys this chapter and the various women. Someone asked for a brief refresher of the women involved in the chapter as the cast of characters is getting pretty large. Carly: Jay's fiance. Has an asian female subordination fetishVictoria: Jay's secretary. Jay hasn't slept with her.Louise: C...
Part I - The Party "Here babe," I said, handing my girlfriend my phone as I glanced in the rearview mirror and exited the expressway, "will you text Joe for me and tell him we're almost there? Their house is only a few more minutes away." Kelsie took my phone and smirked at me slightly, "Are you sure you still trust me with your phone? We wouldn't want a r...
This story is the seventh in a series. One of my failings as a writer is that I tend to fall in love with my characters and am reluctant to let them go. I hope that you find my characters as interesting as I do. I recommend reading the prior "New Family Rules" stories in order because this story is a continuation of those. Any similarities to any real person...
Belton, Texas, 1989 Cactus Sports Bar was the busiest place on a Sunday and owner of the hottest wings west of the Mississippi. It was pregame, the sounds of Ton Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina' rocking the bar. "Hey Parker, we call this the 'Dwight Clark shelf.' You have to reach up way high," Randy the bartender teased. "Oh that is so cruel," Linda sympath...
I'm back. Drop me a comment. I stubbled out of the uber and made my way to the front door. I fiddled with my keys until I finally found the right one and opened the door. I made my way to my bedroom and somehow managed to get my jeans off. I crawled into bed, laying on my back and starting to unbutton my dress shirt but gave up half way through. I had jus...
To describe Mika as gorgeous would be an injustice to the definition of the word and any synonyms. She was a young, tall, slender, platinum blonde Scandinavian goddess with flawless features. Aphrodite and Venus themselves would be appropriately insecure in her presence. To say she was a world-class cunt would be more than accurate, though. There are Arctic...