This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Hi, there. My name is Lucia Mendel Shanks. I'm a slender, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Welcome to my world. Recently, I found myself filled with dread about the state of the world. I simply didn't like the way it was starting to treat me and all others like me. I felt like we were under assault from all...
Pesha Vahwamma Scappa ob Adak – he was known as 'Adak' observed the goings-on at the encampment from a safe distance – across the river and high in the hills – he preferred not to be detected. A distance monitor allowed him to hear the activities as well see them. The device fit his reptilian species quite well but his monkey-man scout, Moprello, used a pair...
Bryce felt Cheyenne's hand and whole body stiffen as they entered the station and figured it was just her reaction to seeing the man who had nearly killed her for the first time. It was only when he felt her bulk and start to back up that he looked at her face. It had absolutely no color to it and he saw raw terror in her eyes. Immediately he stepped in fron...
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Note: I'd love any kinda feedback on this peice, so if you read it... remember to press that little comment button on the end - butterfly lies ----------------------------------------- I woke up to another grey day. The bed was uppealingly hard underneath me, and yet seemed to sag in all the wrong places. It smelled like pizza, making my mouth water. I th...
I hate it when it snows here in Austin. Texican's never know how to properly drive in the snow and all of the hills around here make things just that much worse. Too many fools think they can still drive sixty plus in a thirty zone and then get surprised when they brake at the last second as usual and end up plowing into someone or something else less moveab...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan September 2005 revised July 2014 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living pe...
Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. * I was in my third year of trying to make a living at running my uncle's ranch -- my dead uncle. I had been his sole h...
Serena & Courtney's Erotic Comfort While Dupree secured a boat and scuba gear Stone went out for weapons. Like Russia, he had a few contacts in Australia as even a few favors. His first hour produces nothing of notable significance. Some of his contacts are no longer in business, have been eliminated at some point, or just don't have any tech worth the...