Note: I have never done this, nor will I ever. Neither should you. 'Chirp-chirp-CHIRP-CHIRP,' beeps the alarm on my phone. 'Chirp-chirp-CHIRP-CHIRP.' Bleary eyed, I get out of bed, careful not to wake my wife. I go to the bathroom, shave, then brush my teeth. Wash my face. Comb my hair. On the way out, I grab a small towel. For later. Dressing quickly i...
"Henry! Henry, over here!" I'm normally a quiet and patient man, but the welcome sight of my good friend Henry entering the hotel rendered me incapable of containing my excitement. I gazed over the heads in the crowded lobby and held up my hand so he could find me. It seemed an eternity before our arms met in a strong handshake and bumping of chests. In my...
The next several months were heavenly for the young king. Samantha made every day worth living. Henry became more and more obsessed with his beautiful mistress. Unfortunately, he also became less and less careful. For a while, Samantha at least tried to be sure that she was not seen entering and leaving the king's quarters. But, after a while, she began to t...
36. Cantara In the morning, Mark went to his office to go through his daily reports. The only item that caught his attention was that there were hundreds of unknown ships approaching Cantara, which was on the far side of the sensor network. Mark asked, "Is that the Rifters?" "I think so, I do recognize a few of the ships from when they were around Trayak....
Author's note: this will be the new one after Demonic Partnership that contains the same characters as my Demonic Partnership but from now on because of how the story has developed it will now be known as Demonic War. This is a work of fiction with the villains though the bits within the nightmare later on in this chapter is based on what I go through as a m...
Maggie flicked aimlessly through her post, wondering what unexpected delights she would encounter today. She had studiously managed to ignore the red-inked envelopes all morning. Now, half way through the afternoon, those final demands which had recently become her unwelcome, unloved, yet constant companion, necessitated dealing with. With a sigh, she tucked...
I thought this fancy college might have some other hard working souls staying over, but apparently not. It was classic post-apocalypse. The pathways were vacant and the gothic halls echoed. Everyone, at least everyone but me, had left for the holiday. I lived in Maine and my family was scattered to the winds. Also, I was seriously behind on my work, a top-...
It was Tuesday, February 15th. Valentine's Day had passed just the day before, and there were no love spells to bring chaos to the holiday, like we had back in 1998. Buffy and I spent most of the day in bed, moaning and gasping as we each did yummy things to the other with our lips, teeth, tongues and fingers. I was filled with so much post-orgasmic bliss, I...
Caid stood in front of Brigitte's door, quelling the nervousness rippling throughout his body. He had convinced himself to just pop up at her house to occupy her time. Granted, he should have asked himself, beforehand, whether his sudden appearance would hinder any of her plans, but the fact that the last time he had seen her was two weeks ago at her dinner...
The final scene was just beginning when Rachel heard the bedroom door creak open. She quickly withdrew her hand from her dripping pussy, fastened her shorts and switched off the video. "Rachel?" Becky said softly, her voice trembling slightly, "I . . . I've got a problem." "What's wrong?" Rachel asked. Becky walked over, and sat down next to Rachel on the...