Tamsin estimated that it would take the best part of ten days to trek all the way back to Birmingham. With limited supplies and Volk's helicopter gunships scouring the blighted landscape for them, it wouldn't be an easy journey by any means. They travelled in two groups of four to help avoid detection, and carefully transcribed a duplicate of the priceless...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Carmella or Mandy Rose or Zelina Vega or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Now that, is one Fabulous booty." Carmella greeted her recently defeated opponent. "Not now, Mella." Mandy said mockingly, without bothering to turn aroun...
This is a story about a married woman who has sex with someone other than her husband with no crazy revenge. If that kind of story isn't your thing, you are welcome to look away. ******* Brooke and I grew up together two houses apart on a quiet little street in a suburban area. Our mothers had been friends, and we played together a lot as children. Our f...
Sometimes life's greatest adventures start out in a bar. This probably isn't one of them. I have gotten the reputation of being one to bring out the worst in wives. Including my own apparently. I had a failed marriage after finding my wife was sleeping around. I managed to keep my cool and laid my plans to wreck her life and move on with mine. Since then I...
This is the final chapter of A Taste of Slavery, sort of. I'm sure the characters will appear elsewhere at some time, as long as I keep writing BDSM. There is a bit of explanation at the end which I think is enlightening, talking about my writing process somewhat. I think you'll enjoy it. This chapter contains, oral, anal, lesbian, interracial and group sex....
This is just a warning that this story is not my usual BTB work. So, if that's what you're looking for you should probably move on. All of the names, details and dialog in this story are completely fictional. But, the bare bones of this story reflect my life. ***** It was a typical hot and humid late July day in Charleston, SC as I enjoyed a pleasant lunch...
My meditations lately had settled upon the female form, the gentle curve of the breast, the roundness of the hip flowing into the buttock. My sensei would say that I was allowing my body to direct my meditation. I personally would say that I was horny. That was my dilemma. I had moved to the north woods because I was too caught up in the material things of...
"Come on," Lisa prodded. "Do me a favor. I really need your help here." "Yeah, I was kidding," Sarah reassured her. "Of course I'll help you out. Go do what you need to do and I'll take care of Mike's place." The three of them, along with several hundred of their closest friends, worked together – IT software. Mike and Lisa were assigned to the same proj...
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...
Authour's Note: This is finale of Runaway, a story for the Highway Song event arranged by blackrandl1958. After a romantic evening in Toronto, Lacey and Noah reach Montreal to discover her family has fallen apart while she's been gone. Chapters have been marked throughout the story and it will be posted in four parts. Special thanks to the team of people...