Chapter 4 The Redhead, the Brunette and Me makes three Eve. She looked tall but was only five six, five seven. She was a cliché; long hair—breast length, dirty blond, streaked with different shades but different carpet color, which I learned later, so dyed to achieve the effect. She dressed with class but when I followed her to the jewelry store, she was d...
Author's note: While it is possible to read this story as a stand-alone, I DO suggest that you read part one first. This story is set in a world created by another author (with permission), but the characters and storyline are entirely mine. I understand that much of what you'll read may upset some people who are looking for hyper-realism and medically corre...
We were driving home from our mountain vacation spot after celebrating our tenth anniversary. As usual, boredom was quickly overcoming us. So, to pass time, we took out the pocket tape recorder, and recanted the story of one of our recent rendezvous'. The following is a transcript of that tale, and you can believe us, that trip passed very quickly. We hope t...
As always, thanks for the wonderful feedback and continued kind words. I hope everyone likes this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** I stared at the picture on Louise's phone. Had Kyrsten come to visit? Kyrsten would have told me, right? Plus her cunt is always perfectly smooth. Who was Carly seducing for me, I wondered. "Hello... Earth to Jay...
Thanks to everyone who has read this novel, I never thought it would get exposed to so many people. However it is disappointing to see that only a miniscule percentage actually takes the time to vote or offer feedback. It seems strange that a reader can take 30 minutes to read 14 pages of erotic literature but not 3 seconds to vote or 1 minute to jot a few w...
PREFACE The following is a "true story of my imagination" and inspired by a rather low-budget movie called Dark Wolf, about a super-breed werewolf terrorizing a city in search of his mate. In the movie, there is a scene where a photographer is holding a photo shoot of two models on a city rooftop. The models are painted from head-to-toe and start posing to...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Liv Morgan or Asuka or Alexa Bliss or Charlotte or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Carmella had been in a good mood recently, and it only got better when she got to SmackDown and heard the wonderful news. Oh yes, it f...
This is a story written by Hcstuds for Ken Richards. This is the second part of a two-part story. Part one is under Loving Wives. Each part is stand alone except the reason for my condition is in chapter 1. One Saturday afternoon I heard a vehicle on the side of my trailer where J. C. and Kathy used to live. I looked out of the window and saw a striking re...
Please read chapter 1, 2 & 3 before beginning this chapter. While this chapter can be read as a stand alone story it is entirely dependent on the events of the earlier chapters. A writer thrives on your feedback. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you feel so inclined. I hope you enjoy my scribbling. The drive to Mike and Amy's trailer was...
It was late morning when she got the phone call. A fine, warm day and Celia Portman had just finished hanging out the washing. There was always plenty of it; with Tom, Celia and their three children. Daniel was the oldest at seventeen; Roz was aged 15 and Mandy 12 years old. No name came up on her cell phone. "Hello; Celia speaking." "Hi Celia. It's Julia...