When Jack woke the next morning, the leylines were the farthest thing from his mind. In fact, the only thing on his mind was the debilitating pain that suffused and stiffened every muscle in his body. He was so sore he could barely move. Through force of will he clawed his way out of bed, struggled into his clothes, and prepared to start the day. 'One step...
Author's note and acknowledgements This story has sat on my hard drive for four years now. I wrote it, all twenty chapters and 95,000 words of it in eight days of a frenzied, near trance-like state, sitting on my couch with my wife's laptop. She would occasionally have to remind me to eat. When the dust settled, and I looked up, I realized a couple of...
Hello there, my beautiful readers of the finest perversions and smut! Before we begin: All active characters in this story are 18 years or older. Highlighted kinks include exhibitionism, voyeurism, light BDSM, age play, lactation, incest, race play, bi play, con-non-con, and group sex. The point of view changes from time to time in this tale. I've separate...
Jack lifted Chamey off the floor, holding him there with one hand around his throat. Chamey raised the crossbow, but Jack snatched it away and tossed him backward. Chamey flew onto the bed behind him, rolled over it, and hit the floor on the other side with a loud thwack! and a grunt. Benson screamed, but the sound cut off, as if she had no breath to push...
Foreword Thank you to those who have taken the time to read my story and especially to those who have commented. I hope you think it was worthwhile. Writing is a strange experience, a compulsion which makes for hard work and leads to unexpected results. I've done my best to get this post finished as quickly as I can and have beaten my weekly schedule. But...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Jack~~ Jack's eyes went wide. Half of Viktor's head was gone, just gone. The bloody gibs of brain matter and bone turned into tiny fires that faded into ash and embers before they even hit the ground. "Shit! Shit shit, what-" Julias put a han...
The Wanderer If you're looking for a stroke story then don't look here. This story did start life as a one of my Nemesis series but it kind of metamorphosed as I wrote it. I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course their encouragement. As always I must also add, that I can never leave a story alone. I...
Author's note: This story is hard to categorize. Without giving away too much, it contains straight sex, group sex, voyeurism, a little bit of self-pleasure, a little bit of exhibition, humor, grudges, nostalgia, longtime crushes, memory lanes, and ten years of pent-up attraction between a boy-turned-man and our female protagonist. More than anything, though...
"I saw Cynthia Larsen at the grocery store today. She told me Jack came home to run the family business while his brother, Jeff, recovers from his accident," stated Brenda Johnson to her daughter, Laura. "Jack?" asked Laura, as she suddenly decided to place a can of peas as deeply into the pantry as possible. "Yes, Jack. You remember him, don't you? He's y...
This is my alternate version of the events of Wanda At the Beach that had been requested. It is Wanda telling her own made-up version of events for the pleasure of her husband. All characters are over the age of 18. *** Dear Julie First of all happy anniversary. I am so sorry we couldn't be together for our first anniversary. I understand and I love that...