This is, of course, the continuation of Jim and Tricia's story, which I just broke up because of the length. If you do not read part one, part two probably won't make any sense. This is also being submitted before any comments were posted about part one, so nothing was changed to appease anyone. While I do read the comments, and take any constructive critici...
This is based on a true story that happened to my friends and me at a regional Renaissance Faire. I didn’t intend for this story to be quite as long as it is (to get right to the ‘good’ scene, skip to the middle of page 2); however, some stories write themselves. Enjoy! Dierdre laughed to herself as she surveyed herself in the mirror. “What do you think?”...
**I mention a couple of old books in this chapter. As much as I tend to go for facts, I'm playing a little fast and loose with the dates of their publication. An English translation of one of them might have been available in Europe at the time that this tale is set. It's anybody's guess whether a copy might have made its way to New Mexico by then to land in...
Things were slowly returning to normal after Andrew Kelly was arrested and in jail. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief and looked toward the future. Patricia and Penny were excited to be going back to school and Patricia was excited to be going back home. Andrew's arrest wasn't the only cause for celebration, Nick and Hana's upcoming wedding added...
Arya opened the wooden door to encounter the most peculiar sight she was given to see in her whole life. Repulsion hit her like a punch in the face, and she stayed on the entrance completely debilitated for a few seconds. "What are you doing? Close the door!" squeaked a little voice. An average blonde, roughly the same age as her, looked at the newcomer...
Note: For some of my oldest readers, there's a part of this story which you might find familiar... For the rest of you: enjoy! I couldn't imagine a more boring afternoon. I received an e-mail from the faculty at noon, asking me to come by as soon as possible. I did, leaving Maeve and Julia alone. You can imagine how I was feeling: both of them were sexed up...
Chains rattled from the bedside. Steel-blue eyes shifted, stirring Vørst from his thought to the veil of curtain only a few feet away. The icy blue light of his room cast her shapely silhouette more ethereal than usual. He tugged at the chain, drawing her forth where he could see her. "What is it, Maeve?" Her voice was a hush of wind on tundra, "A vision."...
Comments and feedback are welcome and encouraged. Again, I don't own Star Wars. Maeve fumbled with her key card, trying to fit it into the lock of her apartment. Damn thing wasn't going in, and the massive, furry hand groping her ass wasn't helping. "Stop that!" she hissed back- it was late, couldn't be too loud, or else her neighbors would be angry and she...
Dylan slouched on the chair behind the counter with a sigh. He ought to stop going out on work nights, opening up the tattoo and piercing shop in the morning weighted on him as it never did when he was well rested and fresh of mind. Then again, how could he say no to that absolute babe who had been smirking at him the whole time at the pub. He smirked, play...
Slowly, as gently as I could manage it in the current situation, I was pulling out of Julia's pussy. Even in the pool's cool water, we were still burning hot, trying to catch our breath. My cock was relaxing and I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of the pool without discomfort (I also knew it would be rock hard again in minutes if I was not careful: this a...