This is my first story so the editness isn't very good but those who have read it like it. Or at least that's what they tell me. Hope you enjoy. :) * The year is 1662 and Gavin and Anastas are in a castle in Romania. Anastas is a 100-year-old vampire wearing a black skirt with a red corset detailed in black. Her hair is pulled back in a half ponytail. Gav...
I couldn't believe I was doing this. What was I doing? Sure hanging out on that website was fun and all, good for some laughs, and there are some incredibly hot women on there too. But back to the original question, what was I doing getting off a flight to Charlotte to meet a girl from that cam site. It all started off innocent enough. She had been doing an...
I stood naked, looking at Brian lying in bed and saw that wonderful, phallic movement under the sheets. He motioned to me to come lie beside him and I did my best exaggerated model walk, letting my hips sway as far as they could. I stopped at the side and looked down at him, trying to show the lust I had in my loins, through my eyes. "I'm going to take a wi...
This is an additional chapter of the original 'Fictional Fantasies' series, which sits chronologically between Chapters 2 and 3. The chapter continues to build on the previous scenario but doesn't include sexual intercourse, so if that's what you're wishing for, you might want to look elsewhere... ***** The following morning, instead of the physical wreck...
Luc woke in the middle of the night stiff and achy. "What the hell?" he wondered. As he tried to stretch, he remembered. Duke, the attach, Meg and the family meeting. "Damn, what a day," he thought. Luc went to roll over, but Meg was snuggled up tight to his right side. Luc scooted back, stretched a bit more and then curled up around her. He was back asleep...
Tobias had seen many crime scenes throughout his career. This one would be one of the more memorable ones. He had been called due to the horse mark found on the body behind the right ear. The small red horse tattoo was on this body like the others he had a file on. His serial killer had apparently struck again. As with the other bodies, this one was not pret...
A short, short story Motorway service stations are what they are: a last resort. The petrol gauge is well and truly in the red. Your thirst is well and truly in the red. And it has been far too long since breakfast. Assuming that you remembered to have breakfast. I had been to Glasgow for a writers' festival. I had left again shortly before nine on the Mon...
Meg stretched her lanky body as she got up from her bed. She could smell the Thanksgiving breakfast cooking downstairs and hurried to put her black robe on. Meg scampered downstairs, her long blonde hair flowing behind her. Meg's blue eyes sparkled with delight as she entered the kitchen only to be taken by surprise by the handsome stranger sitting at their...
Arriving at Annie's the next afternoon the weather wasn't so good. There was a light drizzle of rain but I decided I'd make a start and see if it improved as the forecast was for light showers. The back door was closed I noticed as I made my way down the garden, not surprising considering the weather. Still being warm a little rain wasn't much to worry abou...
Mr. Larken walked into Meg's office with a file in his hand. He dropped it on her desk and then perched on the corner. He knew that annoyed Meg, and did it anyway. Meg looked up, saw what Larken was doing and braced for whatever was headed her way. "So, do you think you can get your new boyfriend to cut us some slack on that bill of his?" he asked in a rat...