By DG Hear & Jake Rivers Jake and I have written a few stories together and also have used songs to write opposite stories. In addition, both of us have written stories along with other authors using different song titles. This story is a collaboration with us each writing this story using our own thoughts. We want to thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for thei...
"Are you seeking release?" She hears the words in her head. They echo her mental memory of his frantic response. "Yes." he stammers. He's just a boy, nineteen, fresh out of school, way too far out of his own league. He stares at her perfectly sculpted face. Her dark brown eyes. Her full and glistening ruby slicked lips. He wishes he could kiss her, touch...
Note: This is my first chapter of my first story. More to come. * Clarissa defensively climbed on to the eastbound Dundas Street streetcar on a hot and sticky afternoon in Toronto. Trying to dress to the weather, she was clad in denim skirt that stopped before the knee and a spaghetti strap black sleeveless top that wasn't too revealing. It was rush hour s...
Non-Human groupings Twists of Fate In the Twists of Fate series I use terms to describe Non-human groupings, which I decided to put up so that it is there for you the reader to go back to when you wish. In the stories I don't always refer to all the groups as generally the character I am focusing on will view all other groups or refer to those groups as w...
The two girls stood stunned in silence. They had just heard a howl, unlike anything that had ever heard before in their lives! Marcy's conscious mind had returned to her in full, and she had suddenly become very much afraid. What could have possibly emanated that ungodly echoing roar; that had just resonated through the house? Debra was shaking with both f...
This is a continuing work of fiction, all names and places are fictional, any relation to any real person or place, real or imagined, is purely accidental. * Friday morning started as usual with the alarm, they skipped the workout and went straight for the shower. The night had been a late one when work comes early. Sherri lathered him up and washed him...
The weather was miserably hot and sticky in the ancient city of Verona. I was there to attend the opera CARMEN at the city's Roman arena, along with twenty thousand or so other people. I am no fan of opera but, as usual, I was under the influence of the woman beside me (my sister) who wanted to see one, so there I was, sweating bullets and being elbowed by...
This is the fifth part of a series exploring an artist delighting in the female form. The story includes a 'threesome'. For those who last long enough there will also be some incest, but that is all ... yet to come. Everyone engaged in sexual activity in this story is at least 18 years old. ....................... Steve, an artist, advertised for models t...
~~Darian~~ Discovering that the red-eyed guards on the bridge were actually undead was an unwelcome surprise. He should have guessed it; not the first time he'd fought Andromeda's summoned skeletons. Skeletons shouldn't have been able to scream, though. They didn't have any flesh or throat or muscle. They shouldn't have been able to do anything but lay on...
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