The roar of the crowd. The blinding radiance of the lights. The frantic sparkling of the cameras. The smell of sweat. The tension in my muscles. The feeling of skin-tight lycra riding up my buttocks and hugging my pussy. The almost painful titillation of my stiff nipples straining against my sports-bra. The thrill of victory. The thrill of defeat as well. Th...
It had been years since I'd used an alarm clock no matter how beat I am, and this morning I feel totally beat. My eyes popped open somewhere between 5:00 and 5:30. I know from experience there is no going back to sleep. If I try, the result will be a headache that crawls up the back of my neck to lock my head in a vise. I awake feeling more than fatigue. D...
Chapter One Hundred Nineteen: Goodbyes The Landsmeet convened four days later; we'd all gotten over any hangovers we'd been left with - Anders had looked like death until he healed himself the next day - and Aedan had sent most of our group on to Amaranthine to wait for us. The Landsmeet was the last thing we needed to do before we followed them, and Riord...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ** Laurel Lance prided herself on always being on time. She was the organised one in the family, and she knew it drove her sister crazy. When they were children she used to take great joy out of teasing Sara about it, and it was something she...
Author's Notes: This is a short cheating fiancée story where the players are of a working class world. 'Half of all marriages end in divorce' is a truism, but no one talks about the OTHER half. Especially, those of the other half who flourish in each other's company – while the remainder of the marrieds have become only financially and/or emotionally chained...
My dearest readers: thanks for waiting so patiently for this next storyline! I can't wait to hear what you think! Cheers ~ firstkiss xo * The last dregs of oil dripped from the oil pan and into the discard container. I had wiped the drain spout with a rag and was recapping it when the sound of footsteps caught my attention. I didn't have to slide out from...
~~~~~~~~ In this chapter, the thief runs afoul of a male dryad, and Nipper the catgirl, having already been taken once, struggles against the dryads' mental commands. This chapter contains mind control, nonconsensual relations, drug-induced submission, and gay sex (which, if not your thing, feel free to skip it when it comes around). ~~~~~~~~ Snatch awok...
King Gustave sat with his military advisers, it was no secret that the war was about to turn badly against his country. The reports were unanimous, in no more than a few weeks the Hartshore lines would collapse, allowing the troops of the enemy Juriland to sweep in for victory. But before that happened many thousands of King Gustave's troops as well as a lar...
I was horny. No doubt about it. The day started with a glance at a surveyor outside my apartment--working his transit out in the street. He was a big, muscular guy who looked like he would know how to use his big cock. Any man with broad shoulders like those and pecs that bulged his t-shirt had to be hung. What a body. Perfect. My apartment was close to Th...
A/N: I couldn't have presented this to you without JohnEB87's tireless help. And with the previous chapter. Thank him for me by reading casting his stories a vote. Thanks, and enjoy. * In the far corner of a Kroger parking lot, two Special Divisions agents threw fists at each other in the dim area beneath a broken light pole. One of them stood above the o...