Thanks to Miss Veronica for editing this one for me. *** Paul shuffled around his new house aimlessly. He had moved in two days ago and was still trying to adjust to this new environment. It was a small house, much smaller than he was used to, but when his wife passed away, he knew he needed to move out of their old house. There were just too many memories...
1. All characters are 18+ 2. No characters represent real people 3. Enjoy the fiction ---- CHAPTER 1 ---- I almost didn't see the flower shop. It was tucked into the wall a bit, and the signage wasn't very good. You'd only see it if you were actively looking for it, which I was. When I walked in, I saw flowers that I'd seen in other places. But I wasn...
Chapter Sixteen: Split Infinity He held her in his arms, his shoulders aching a bit with the weight of his wings. He seldom felt them. He seldom felt enough of who he had been when he wore them, when he was merely a rebel angel angry with his dad. He just didn't step into that body often any longer. He had forgotten the weight of that body, both physical...
- - - This picks up where Part 1 left off - - - Bob walked next door right at ten o'clock as planned. Instead of bringing his swim trunks, he just decided to wear them, flip flops, and a t-shirt. Jan opened the door, wearing a pair of light blue shorts and sleeveless white blouse. Bob noticed when she turned around, he could make out a bra strap across her...
"It's been sooooo long since I've been this hard." Mother said with a husky moan. Taylor in shock, backed away from my mother, pulling out with a wet slurp. Once free, mother turned around with a terrifying expression. Her cock massively overshadowed Taylor cock which looked infantile in comparison. Her urethra opened up into a gaping maw. "Taylor...why don'...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography, part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent . Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew grea...
It was on a nice Wednesday afternoon. I was on day-one of a two-day break between the weekend day shift and the dreaded midnight shift that started Friday Morning (actually I had to be there by Midnight Thursday night) I was reading a book out on my apartment balcony and enjoying the early afternoon sun of a nice spring day. There were very few people out...
Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that "nice guys finish last" kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she'd mind helping him with his "problem" as politely as he could...she'd refused. Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™...
Chapter 17-My Lovely Stalker Girlfriend Akira and Sayako had been dating for a month and a half now, and Akira was starting to get the hang of things. Despite Sayako being generally creepy and possessive, and having a mother who acted just like her but only scarier, and having three little sisters who acted more like actual centipedes than little monster gi...
When Emma woke up the next morning, she felt a slight headache. Yesterday had been... Something. It had certainly been something. Judging by the smile that erupted against Emma's will when she spotted Gabriella's arm thrown around her, it was a good something. Just as she was about to turn around to face the cheerleader, she heard a buzzing coming from her d...