Caribbean Cruise Ch. 07 Warning: This story is largely incest-orientated. If this genre is offensive to you, I strongly recommend that you do not continue any further. Please ensure that you have read the previous chapters of Caribbean Cruise before beginning this story, as this is a continuation of those postings. Thank-you, and I hope you enjoy! TheCapta...
(note: part one of the story appeared under the title "Woman in Chains") The Stones of Years III She was everywhere – and nowhere... ... Everywhere he turned – at auditions and rehearsals, at lessons and work details – she was everywhere – and nowhere. He could not get her out of his mind, or her lips, especially the way her lips had found his. Oh God,...
(co)Author's note: A few months ago I wrote a story that led to a fruitful correspondence with fellow authors Friskee_cpl. When we discovered we have similar tastes and styles, they were kind enough to propose a collaboration on a story idea they'd been considering. Needless to say, I jumped at the chance. Below is the result of the artistic coupling of the...
This story is part of an ongoing series. 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 used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not cond...
This story is dedicated to a fellow author, sound critic, and good friend – sirhugs. Thanks for being there to help out, with ideas, suggestions and support; this one's for you, mate! :D. Warning: This story is largely incest-orientated. If this genre is offensive to you, I strongly recommend that you do not continue any further. Please ensure that you have...
Rick Chaplain was one of those All-American boys; dashingly handsome, intelligent, and witty, with short-cropped dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a rough, matured, attractive face that was weathered and appropriately tempered by the elements. He was originally from Patton, Ohio, a small town in the middle of nowhere, and had learned from a very early...
Some may remember sitting in a dark room, watching Rod Serling's "Night Gallery." Each episode began with an unusual painting, about which Mr. Serling would deliver a brief monolog, perhaps something like this: "Consider, if you will, one of the most well-known and oft-copied works of a man named Henry, scholar, man of the cloth, and self-taught painter of...
"We have only one chip to present tonight, but it's a very special one, for a very special person. In all my years with the program, I have never seen anyone come so far in so short a time. It can only be called a miracle. One year of being drug free and sober is an important event. Please join me in celebrating the first birthday of Miss Lisa Carlton!" And...
Ensign Janice walked carefully down the corridor of the USS Ageman, phaser in hand. Her eyes darted back and forth in the dim hallway, one hand sweeping the gun back and forth, the other tugging at the hem of her short uniform skirt. "Goddamn uniforms," she muttered under her breath. "Men get pants, but we get miniskirts, pantyhose and fucking go-go boots."...
I woke up to find that Daddy was no longer in the bed. I looked over at the clock and realized that I'd slept into the afternoon. I reached down and fingered my asscunt. Mmmmm. It ached so good. I loved feeling the results of my session with Daddy and Boss. I loved knowing that I'd pleased their cocks. I loved knowing that I was becoming the whore I always w...