Chapter 2 Cannon Fire Chantel and I share a lot more than sex When I came to, Chantel was lying beside me, smiling, and Darnell was reclining against the headboard—still trying to get his breathing under control. I could smell Chantel’s cunt spray on my face, taste D’bone’s cum in my mouth, feel my own cunt juice leaking out of me and running into the crac...
CHAPTER TWO FRIDAY, AUGUST 2nd, 2013, 7:06 p.m.; BWI AIRPORT, BALTIMORE, MARYLAND Gayle finally got settled in the economy section of the Virgin Airlines 747 and stared out the window watching men carelessly throw passenger's luggage onto the conveyor belt leading to the bowels of the plane. They would be arriving at Edinburgh, Scotland at 6:35 the next m...
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know. I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning...
I Screamed at the Top of His Lungs This story is something of a tribute to an author error. Slirpuff has a story that features several accidental jumps from first person to third, but the most dramatic of them is the phrase "I screamed at the top of his lungs." In my first week or two of exploring this site, I caught that phrase (or it caught me) and I coul...
I've known a few people that have had some passing luck pursuing love in the way -- perhaps -- a cheetah stalks then runs down a gazelle, and I've enjoyed watching friends' mad dashes through the urban landscape in about the same way you might enjoy watching a National Geographic special on, say, the Big Cats of the Serengeti. You see the cat slipping throug...
Banker Ben Mitchell had a rocky start in life, but lately things have begun to look up. His bank is a success, he's found a beautiful new wife and his industry peers have gathered to honor him. Then, at the moment of his triumph, he suffers a catastrophic psychiatric episode. ***** When she got to the hospital on Monday morning, Gina Esposito found a note...
Sometimes I lay in bed with my fiance laying next to me asleep and I think about how we came to be where we are today. It started when I had to move to a new department my senior year of college because the hospital made me move. I met the man of my dreams, and I realize now how much I had missed before he came into my life. This is our story, from the very...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
Maxwell I: Pretty Thoughts Oh, this book is rubbish. I reached up to pull the black band from my hair and ran my fingers through the roots, mentally reminding myself for the thousandth time it was probably time for a haircut. As for the novel, I decided to give it a few more pages before heading back inside to my mess of a flat. The construction company...
13.Reality Check, Please Okay, priorities. I spotted an apple charging cable on the kitchen bench and plugged in the phone. Took a second to message a cheery greeting to Taylor (I'm not dead), fired up Uber, cursed when I saw there was going to be both surge pricing and a fifteen minute delay, then decided to hit the shower. Luckily, Alexa was more Whole Fo...