This is a work of pure fiction. Everything written here is a figment of my imagination and has been made up. Any resemblance to anything and anyone living or dead is completely unintentional. The story may seem to be in bit of a raw format. I am an amateur writer and reading stories of a specific author has inspired me to write something a little more conten...
Chapter Fifty-Three: Adverse Effects Tomas finally called a halt to the revelry and insisted we get moving towards Soldier's Peak. I showed Leli how to use the music app and gave her free reign to pick songs to listen to while we walked. Everyone stuck close, wanting to listen to the strange sounds coming from the speakers, and even for me it was nice to h...
If Stevie Nolan had been born a hundred and fifty years ago, he'd have been one of those lone drifters roaming aimlessly across the wide open spaces. While it would now be impossible, he still managed to live a relatively similar lifestyle. As a representative for a large global company specialising in electronic process control systems, he spent three weeks...
CHAPTER 1 This is a sequel to Whiteone_Redones story Suspicion. That story needs to be read in order to understand this sequel. Whiteone_Redones invited readers to submit their own ending of his story. This is mine. I cannot hope to write as well as he, but everybody's got to try at sometime! Kathy sat on the Patio and reflected lazily on her life. She fel...
Peter wasn't much for social media. He wasn't high-minded about it. It was just that, while having homework or the flu was easy enough to explain—how were you supposed to fit switching bodies with Wolverine and then waking up from his drunken haze to find you were in bed with the two deadliest assassins in New York into a status update? He could barely belie...
This is a little story that happened to me when I first started dating my wife. At the time, we'd been together about 10 months, had already dropped the "I love you bomb" and were making plans to start living together soon. And why not? We'd pretty much spent every waking minute together since the day we met, which is pretty shocking, since I'm a guy who gen...
The next morning, the stunning Mrs Swenson is on all her hands and knees. Her 18 year old lover, Marcus Jefferson, is behind her, mounting her like a bitch in heat. Inga had surprised the youngster this morning putting his black cock in her mouth, the teenager filling her hungry tummy with another load of creamy sperm. She thought she had sucked the boy’s co...
This is the finale of the story. I apologize, but this part is longer than the first three. I had originally intended to split the story into five parts, but I couldn't find a good point where the events had a natural divide and the last two sections would be roughly of equal length. Rather than pick an artificial split and leave everyone off-balance, I dec...
This story ended up being long and has been split into two parts, 'Two Friends Share Intimacy' Pt. 04' and 'Pt. 05'. This story resumes below. Part 5 We had both showered and got dressed, and where each wearing our prefered mode of attire, sports shorts and a t-shirt. 'Ready?' she asked. 'I'm a bit nervous.' 'Me too, but I'm more hungry than nervous...
Forget-me-nots and second thoughts live in isolationHeads or tails and fairytales in my mind -- Green Day, Are We The Waiting October 21, 2001 Sexual success is an addiction. I had slept with a dozen women in my life and could relive each first encounter with near-perfect recall. I remembered wiping away the tears in Heather's eyes while we claimed each...