Leo rubbed his eyes. With the morning rush over, he finally had time to remember how exhausted he was. Which was ironic, considering where he worked. The garish yellow that infested the upscale coffee shop's theme was just as irritating as it was when he first started working there about a year ago. Still, many morning commuters flocked to have their sub-par...
...So after all that had gone on for the last couple days Mandy and I finally turned into the parking garage at the airport. We were early for her flight back home so we had plenty of time. After unstrapping her duffel from the rack of my Harley she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly to her soft 46DDD tits. "This has been a fantastic weekend...
Dear Readers, Sorry it's been so long but a problem with my iPad caused me to lose all the documents I had on it and I had to recreate from a backup (thank goodness for those). Anyway, here is the last chapter of What Now? I've got the first few lines of a next storyline but not a good idea of the end. I usually write my way to the end I envision. We'll ha...
*Mankind is poison because we compromise our souls for the companionship of others* (Thanks to Frontma for clearing up my mistake that delayed this chapter from getting out sooner) (Once more no real sex but there is a good deal of sexual tension.) (Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like t...
"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as gentle rain from heaven." - Shakespeare * It was early evening when she walked into the bar. He had not expected to see her. "Can I talk to you for a second," she said. "Sure," he said. She led him away from the crowded bar area and to an isolated table. "You're my friend, right?" she asked. "Of c...
In a world where you grew up the only child to obscenely rich parents, avoiding the trap of becoming a pompous, bitchy, spoiled brat would be extremely difficult. When that child fully embraces the power of manipulation that comes with that upbringing, the opportunity to get any and everything one could want is basically there for the taking. That was the c...
Author's note: Thank you all for the support you have shown with the first installment of 'The Kineticist'. As I posted in the comments on the previous chapter, I welcome any and all feedback on my work. If you feel there is something major you would like to discuss, be it stylistic choice or artistic vision, please feel free to message me directly. I read...
This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started earlier this year. I would recommend you read the first five installments before starting in on th...
Note: Another old-ish one. I tried going through and fixing the tense, but eventually gave up since there's so many times I swap. Tracer section involves pain. Ana/Pharah involves incest. Widowmaker involves humiliation. All involve anal. Tracer Simone greets me as soon as I'm plugged into the Sim. "Back already? That's got to be a new record." "Ye...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...