Chapter II: Hunting pack In moments of fear, our minds run crazy, quickly searching for a solution... a path to escape... a clear direction to follow, so you can put as much distance between you and the menace that threatens you. Every animal in the taiga is just like us... following the same line of action... from bugs to packs of wolves... they all fear d...
Readers -- for my Valentine's tale this year, I brought back some old and familiar characters. For those of you new to my writing, please read "The Twelve Lays of Christmas" and "There is Baking and There is Cooking" if you want to learn the history of our players. Enjoy the story ~~ BrettJ * Thomas Wickham swung his legs out of bed and tried not to yelp w...
It was not long before Thursday rolled around. I was looking forward to seeing Brooke's sexy young daughters and spending time with them. I secretly hoped to get closer to the girls at this time, as I had Brooke. After work, I found myself walking casually up to the front door and rang the doorbell. I was dressed as usual in my work attire: dark slacks and c...
Copyright Neonurotic, August 2011 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # Ryan Grant and his friend Scott walked into The Peach, a tin...
Note: This is my second attempt at a story. I'm going to make this into a long one, 10+ chapters, eventually. This has not actually happened, but it is based on characters that I've known in the past. Feedback is always welcome! To say I was shocked when I left was an understatement. I had loathed starting at first, because not many 18 year old guys worked...
Part V The Aftermath I sat on the edge of Kathy’s bed, my head in my hands, and a sheet soaked with sweat draped over my lap. Kristina had bolted from the room, slamming the door behind her just as I dismounted from her mother. Neither of us had any idea how long she had been standing there, but it really didn’t matter, she had seen enough. “She’ll be oka...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
Part III Kevin Kristina and I spent most of the day in the mall, and we were forced to make several trips to the car to drop off the packages she had accumulated. From bed linens, to clothes, Kristina had spent more money in a day, than I had spent in the last six months. Kristina had also managed to turn every head in the mall, with her baby t-shirt expos...
Paul was on display, and Kristina was thrilled! She was also incredibly aroused. Seeing him nude except for the mask he wore over his eyes, nervous, yet so endearing as he did this for her — it moistened her pussy as she knew it would. Wearing a sexy dress she had bought just for the occasion along with her own mask — which she had shopped for specifically...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...