Authors Note: Breaking Benjamin is a popular rock band and their lead singer is Ben Burnley. I get my screen name, ShallowBay, from one of their songs. If you don't know or like Breaking Benjamin, please still give this story a try because I think you might like it. If the story is well received I may make it a series. The story is NOT porn without plot, but...
Why you decided to cross our genetics with those ancient Earth creatures I have no idea. Okay, I can understand why you sent him out here; I asked for muscle and he's certainly got it. Thezaran-I know it's yours-intellect and telepathy with Sauran strength is scary enough, but wherever the fighting prowess and affinity for weaponry of any sort came from is a...
I always hated Valentine's Day. No, it's not because of the fact that I've never had a relationship that lasted longer than a month. And it's not because I don't believe in 'true love'; in fact, far from it, I'm actually something of a hopeless romantic myself. No, the reason is because the holiday always seems to bring out the worst in people. I've heard a...
Greg finally found his right new home. It was at the right size, right price, and a quiet neighbourhood, the place where he can quietly concentrate his home business. At 28, he was an ambitious young man. The next door neighbour was a couple most probably in their fifties. The man called Tom was a cold man who would pull a long face when coming across people...
She walked into the dance club, her warm brown eyes scanning the smallish crowd for a familiar face. She didn't see anyone that seemed familiar and her it settled her nerves but did not make them go away. She decided to walk over to the bar and have a seat to wait. Upon doing so the bartender took her drink order and then left her alone with her swirling tho...
Molly was always losing things—the car keys she locked in the car that ended up stolen, the ATM card she loaned to an ex-boyfriend, the savings she had invested in the bogus mining stock. It took her years to admit they weren't just accidents, acts of God, the world setting itself against her. She hadn't admitted it after she lost that first wayward child...
Most of the hot summer day had been spent in the house, reveling in the nakedness of each other where the air conditioner could still manage to keep us mostly dry during several rounds of wild sex. We had watched a movie, I'd made a light lunch and served you on my knees, nipping touches of the avocado and marinated tomatoes from your fingers. It was a slow,...
Chapter 8 -- Anjolie Julie sat at her desk at uni, staring at her monitor, not really seeing anything. Her brain was a whirl of emotions and thoughts. Physically, that thing last night with Cassie had been astonishing. She'd rubbed herself before, but only as experiments really, and had brought herself to what she had thought were orgasms. But what had h...
He inspected the earthen jar, tracing the little imperfections of the design with trembling fingertips. The wax cork was unbroken, the twine still wrapped securely tied in little bows, bearing colored glass beads. She placed a goblet in his hand and pulled the cork to fill the glass. He closed his eyes, tossed back his head, to ease the chore of swallowing t...
It was hot, damn hot, and as Luke wiped the sweat off his brow, he glanced at his wife and realized it was getting even hotter. Damn. Sarah was driving him crazy, wearing those skimpy shorts and that itty-bitty shirt that barely fit her as she bent over what was shaping up to be a really pretty flower garden. Every inch of her exposed newly tanned skin was t...