Hi! So I have to write a letter for my school and having something fun to write helps stimulate my imagination and makes unrelated projects easier. This is a fantasy turned into an actual story and yes, this isn't a series this time. I also was having some relationship troubles at the time I started, so I hope there won't be any accidental sour notes. In oth...
I imagine that some clever soul came up with the saying that men think with their dicks a huge percentage of the time and as much as I hate to admit it, they were right. I mean, here I am, in the basement of a certain university library in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, fucking the hell out of the hijab-wearing Somali cleaning lady. Damn, the things a man does...
My darling sat by his reading table banging away at his typewriter day and night. He was on a deadline, or at least that's what he told himself. A Styrofoam filled with coffee sat not too far from his right elbow; a pencil rested at the nook of his left ear, and a cigarette dangled from his lips while his hands remained busy stomping on those keys like an ac...
I walk into the vast library at around noon, prepared for a long day's hard study. As I walk past the front desk my eyes are drawn to a beautiful young lady who I've never seen before, sat busily stamping a huge pile of returned books. Long jet black hair, bright emerald green eyes, full pouting lips, slender neck and firm pert breasts hidden under a light f...
Thanks for reading my stories; I am sorry for the long delays between the chapters. All I can hope is that you continue to keep reading them and don't mind if they take a bit to come out. I do wish you enjoy this next installment, even if it is a bit shorter. Comments and Ratings as always are appreciated, as too are any possible suggestions you might wish t...
His first and largest jet of cum leapt from the swollen head of his cock and glazed her extended tongue. Still lying on her side, the semen dripped from her tongue to the corner of her mouth, some landing on the bed, as he continued to spurt into her, or wherever she was aiming him. "Fuck, baby..." he whispered, over and over, "fuck. Fuck." When he seemed...
As a lifelong bibliophile, I had always spent a lot of time at the library. But in recent days there'd been something drawing me there besides getting a copy of the latest bestseller. He was my exact type physically: rail-thin with oversized black glasses perfectly befitting a librarian. I'd come up with any excuse I could to talk to him--asking where books...
This is part twelve of our story. Reading previous chapters will help you to get to know Christine, Peter, Madeline, Sid, and Shan better. We join our story in progress. Peter is an immortal, and Christine will face danger from his world if they remain together. They travel to Peter's island retreat/fortress, Sesamus, for her training, where Christine meets...
Working in the library had never been a part of Paul's master grad school plan. He was a chemist through and through. At the beginning of the fall semester he was gathering materials for the class he taught and he saw her. She was tiny, and cute, and very librarian-y. The day they met she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a pale pink blouse with puffy sle...
It seemed like any other day at the library to Jessica. She got to work early that day and in between shelving and helping patrons she spent her time reading Africa's World War. The book was very interesting, but her thoughts kept drifting. The night before she had stayed up texting her friend from Georgia, Kevin, and now she couldn't get him off her mind. T...