This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is 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 are...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
copyright ©2008 All rights reserved. (Author's note: This is an adventure/love story.) PART 1 -- REVIEWING IT ALL CHAPTER 1 He flexed his palms against the back of his head and kept staring at the endless blue above him. The smooth, dark gray rock beneath him was becoming too warm. He would have to move into the shade soon. He wished he had some sunscree...
This is what happens when you get stuck at home for a week reading too much Literotica and running a high fever. By now anyone who has ever read anything I've written knows my fondness for over the top, larger than life characters. Mike Hogue is my biggest creation to date, in fact I don't know how I'll ever top him. There will be six chapters, in six diff...
"H...Hello," said Sarah with a tremble, "I didn't hear you come in." "No well you wouldn't have done would you, being asleep. Huh some bloody babysitter you are, I could have been anybody." It was Elisabeth! Sarah, although half asleep, knew that however much of a shit Bruce Young was, no way was she going to take smartarse comments from his sister-in-law...
(WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY!* Vlad: "You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we hav...
Here's a second story for Rob and Elizabeth, which follows directly on from Late Valentine, which in turn was published on this site back in early 2018. A number of you wanted to be introduced, personally (!), to the sister. I'm not sure I can manage that, but I hope you enjoy her encounter with Elizabeth nevertheless. Anyone in this story participating i...
Note from the actual author: This is a fantasy story I wrote sometime ago. Apologies to the various fantasy authors I was inspired by/shamelessly cribbed from. Any similarities to any actual people living or dead is unintentional, which should probably be assumed being as it's fantasy. The Calandrian Chronicles: Eloise's Journey From the pen of Tatiana Eve...
Sam Morrison stood next to his bed, examining the clothes he had set out. His travel bag, bought just for this trip and giving off a strong smell of new leather, was open on the floor and ready to be stuffed full. "Then to the airport and after that Fort Lauderdale is going to catch hell," he said under his breath, mouth splitting into a feral grin. The ce...
I remember three key details from when I first saw her: her hair; what she wore; and an overwhelming feeling that I would get to know her. I had no idea who she was, and though I could tell she was attractive, right then and there I didn't feel an overwhelming physical attraction to her looks. What I did feel, however, was an attraction to her in a manner be...