I was having trouble picking him out on the field. He'd sent me photos—if they had really been of him—so I had an idea what he looked like, although, to tell the truth, it wasn't his face that surfaced in my mind from those last photos he sent. I knew he had dark, curly hair and he was six feet and built like a god. But from the stands here in the Denver Dyn...
***There's a word in this chapter. I don't use it, but it's there. There's even a whole category on Lit for it. It's never held any attraction for me, but somebody's got to like the idea I guess. Anyway, I needed to use some of it as a vehicle in my plot. If you have an allergy, then skim that part, 'k? 0_ -------------------- Book of the Forsaken Part 2...
A little insight to who I am and why I am like I am. * I used to work in the Sex Industry. No, not that part of it... Not yet at least. ;) I was paid to sit on the end of a phone and talk to people. I was a Chat Line Operator. Paid by the hour, to sit and talk. I didn't set out to be a "Paid Sex Worker", I was young, I had rent to cover and it started...
*** Meanwhile, out on the west coast... Remember the little "Goldilocks", the little blonde toy that Monnie keeps for a playmate? This is what starts to happen to her. It also starts out with sadness, but hey, ya get the bad with the good, right? This one had to be long, just like the last one, I'm afraid. But things are beginning to move along as this pic...
Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of m...
I was beginning to feel somewhat lightheaded. I wasn't sure if the second-hand smoke from the marijuana inside The Coral Reefer was affecting me, or whether my nerves were reacting to the fact I was about to meet a powerful man, perhaps someone I knew, who'd made an interesting bid on my virginity. There was a slight commotion at the podium. I looked and s...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Hi BPV fans! Here comes another chapter in the primary story line. I think it's my favorite story so far. Not necessarily as erotica, but as a story. WARNING: This is one of my futa chapters, so if you're not into it feel free to read my and Hell of a Critic's other recent chapter BPV: Mad Science. Once again, there are NO futa on male scenes. Make sure t...
*** This little part of the whole began far differently, and when I had it down, I went on with other sections. After a while, I came back to it and decided that it was just not good enough, because I liked the character of Billy and the end that I'd written for him was a little too ... much of a summary ending to him. I knew that I could do better and felt...
It was a small farm, on the side of a hill in the South Wales countryside. Like most places in Wales, it got more than the country's fair share of rain, but when the sun shone, it was such beautiful scenery – it was crying out for something special – something other than a farm. This story is a combination of true events (I know because I was there) and wh...