XXXVIII. How long they had been at sea was no longer even a matter of conjecture. Life indeed went on, but time seemed to pass by Jenn and Matt and their compatriots, without affecting them. Timelessness notwithstanding, the ship rested a while, at anchor, when, one morning, it finally reached Bombay. Many, perhaps most, of the guests had gone ashore when,...
The other customers were so into their lattes and iThings that a crocodile could have slithered through unnoticed. So they sure didn't see my silly grin, or the cute barista who'd sparked it. During a lull in the order line she'd leaned forward, cupped her apron-covered tits and mouthed a sultry "Fuck me, Brian. Right now." Then she'd shot me a goofy grin of...
Celebs: Erika Christensen, Scarlett Johansson. Codes: FF, oral, spank. Introduction: Welcome. The story you are about to read is not true, even if its characters are based on real people. The author has nothing to do with these real people, other than being their fan. The real people do not act like this in real life. This story is nothing but a fantasy. I...
Disclaimer: This sardonic new BTB-fantasy version of (RIGHT) UNDER HIS EYES (with better punctuation) is a work of fiction. All sexual players are at least 18 years old no matter their height. Nobody dies. Do not take this seriously. It is not a hot stroker. There is little detailed sex here, nor much reality. You *will* find sick humiliation and a little (h...
Author's note: This series is my homage to the manga and anime series, "Baki the Grappler". Yes, I know there are about 3 different mangas and, I think, 2 different animes with different titles, but I'll just call the whole thing "Baki the Grappler". So, meet Bachiko. Any resemblance to the original work in terms of characters, plot and theme is entirely int...
A cold gust fingered into the crowd. The solemn people huddled closer together. Their scratchy wool coats were touching each other. Another person shuffled into the forty person elevator. He stepped in firmly. Cautious to the touch, the front line shuffled a few inches back. The second line shuffled a couple inches back. The ripple effect made everyone shuff...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are: Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback f...
(These words are but the vacuous exposition of mind yet untorn. There exists within it neither an intent to remonstrate nor demonstrate any person living or dead. Let these grains of time pass without offense. They would wish it on none. Not a fap on the first page story.) The Book of Rai: Sons of Heather Pt. 2 ***** "You would bring War to this Villag...
Notes from the author: Hi again everyone. First of all, I wish to thank those who encourage me to keep on writing. No matter how modest one claims to be, it is always gratifying to read such praise. Second, because I don't want to revisit a theme when I write, this is probably the last story where I will be able to draw upon personal experience or memories t...
I don't own Spider-Man or Batgirl or any other characters or places Marvel and/or DC related. I make no profit from this work. CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunrise It wasn't an easy climb up the trellis. Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl for little over a year, and as the nights wore on, she'd gotten better and better at scaling the trellis to her bedroom window af...