Well sorry for the delay, but life in Creepyrville is just annoyingly simple. Work sucks, as we all know, and life has a habit of fucking with my program! but enough excuses from me, here ya go! For some of you who now my work by now this might be up your alley, for those who don't well now's the time to famlliarize yourself with what I do. have to shout out...
Author's Note: Second edit pass complete! Check out my bio for details. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~Beatrice~~ Beatrice had no idea Dolareido had so many dark, hidden corners. "You Carthians. It will never cease to amaze me how much you want to adapt the modern," Jacob said. "Modern?" The two of them were deep into North Side, and probably...
Alex poured the pancake batter into the frying pan. He normally didn't go to too much trouble cooking breakfast, but today was a special occasion. He took a sip of his instant coffee as the pancake cooked in the pan. Then the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He got the feeling that the ghost was going to make an appearance again. It wasn't an actual...
FRIDAY EVENING (PART 1 — THE MALL) "Dinner or shopping first?" Ben asked her. This was the first time he had told her what they would be doing tonight. "What kind of shopping?" she asked. "Probably to the mall. We need to find an outfit for you to wear to work tomorrow. The guys want to see you in something new and unique." "Sounds like fun. I'm not rea...
Hello reader. Parts one and two of this story were published here at Literotica under the category of mind control. That category never quite fit the story so I thought I'd try it here in science fiction and fantasy. Following is a brief write up to get you caught up. ********** In part one Kent Orlando, a young man from Ohio, attending Honolulu University...
A special thanks to JonB1969 for his editing. Hope you all enjoy my story and remember to vote and comment, it's what encourages me to keep writing. This Story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, livin...
I don't normally do this – add to a story when it's done. I prefer to write, finish something and let it stand on it's own merits. But I honestly felt that I left part of this story undone. The end confrontation with Deanna just didn't have in it all it should have. Rather than editing what is there, I'm going to add this and see if covers what I think it sh...
"Shit Joe!" I snapped in angry embarrassment. "How many times do I have to remind you to put a rubber band on the doorknob!" "Oh wow!" my college roommate cried. "Sorry man!" "And must you always do it on the rug?" I complained. "Your bed it right there!" "I like the rug," he replied with a grin. I was tempted to tear into Joe for a long list of things t...
"Hi Carl," said Margery as she slid onto the couch next to me. "Haven't seen you around lately. How've you been?" Five weeks ago Margery had taken my virginity in a fuck-filled night that left me exhausted. We'd parted after breakfast as she promised to "spread the word" about my virility, or perhaps the little squeaky sounds I made as she blew me into a bl...
After a long wait, here is the second and final installment of Come Out with Me. This probably won't make much sense unless you have read the first part. I hope you enjoy it! ***** I woke up late the next morning, fortunately for me it was a weekend so I had two entire days free before classes again. Now clad in a T-shirt and sweat pants, I crept from my r...