"Finish up what you're doing, Fleming. Descent Prep starts in T minus two-forty." Flight's voice came over the station's public address system, echoing around the long circular outer corridor. "How does he...ooo, fuck yes, nnhh...always know? ...oh yes. Fuuuck!" Fleming's voice rose with a squeal of delight as Jonah pushed hard into her sweet cunt, pulling...
Anyone who says marriage is boring hasn't had the experience with it that I have. I'm lucky enough to be able to mix things up fairly well with my husband Michael. We've been together over fifteen years, and things never get boring. Quite the opposite. I think things just continue to heat up. I love that we are able to tell each other our secret fantasies wi...
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue, and the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you, shelter from the storm" Bob Dylan ~~~~~~ Hi, my name is Michael James Henson, Mike to my friends. I'm six feet, three inches tall and weigh two hundred and t...
Foreword: READ THIS FIRST! First, let me again thank my lovely and talented wife (Black_Dragon_Princess) for her input on and proofreading of this tale. I love you, sweetheart! :) This is probably going to be my last submission to the Loving Wives category, folks. Not saying the ride hasn't been a rollercoaster. In fact, it's been pretty damn fun, someti...
Part 1: Meeting It all started when I went to college. My name is John, I am about 5 foot 9, around 140 pounds. I have always been a smaller guy, you could say I was a "late bloomer". In high school I was always too concentrated on school and work to really do much with the opposite sex. Now here I was going off to college, and I was going to make up for my...
A NIGHTMARE REBORN: FREDDY VS. JASON 2 CHAPTER 05 BASED UPON CHARACTERS CREATED BY: Wes Craven: A Nightmare on Elm Street Victor Miller: Friday the 13th John Carpenter: Halloween Victor Salva: Jeepers Creepers Clive Barker: Candyman, Hellraiser CREATIVE CONSULTANTS: Sean Renaud, Tessa Alexander and Miriam Belle EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOT...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) * The events leading up to the attempted rescue of Edmund Kent and his fellow flashers seemed to occur as if within one single frame of time that rushed by in a dreamy kaleidoscopic montage of faces and landscapes, none of which seemed part of normal time...
It wasn't until I was doing my umpteenth impeccable edit of this story, that it suddenly dawned upon me. "Flashman"!?! It has been a few years since I remember last reading any of Fraser's masterful1 series about the Not-So-Gentlemanly Craven Adventurer Across World History. Whom we all loved to hate. (We all hated to love?) Damnation! It pisses me off,...
The overland bus leaned into the mountainous turn, as if to give the passengers a better view at the steep mountain side. Desert dust, no plants, only a few large boulders pigmented the drab sight. Regardless, the class was cheery. The rare field trip let them see something other than a ruined city. Mountain peaks, drop offs, and large boulders were still a...
1 The sun rose and shined its beautiful light upon the campus town of The University of Texas. It was a Saturday, an elegant one at that where the neighbors of the school were walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, tending to their houses, and among others working out in the nice, warm, sun. Among the residence who took advantage of the nice, warm, weat...