The Outing Stephen had little time to think. He was so relieved at the idea of not seeing his roommate tonight, instead, staying with Giulia, he let her lead him inside, despite the strange sensation of the bra and panties under his outfit. Sure, he thought. Follow her lead. He'd never really been properly introduced to Giulia's parents. He'd dropped her...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Author's Note: If you haven't read the other contract killer stories, you may want to read them before you read this one. However, it is not necessary to have read them to enjoy each on its own merit (I hope). They are, in order as written: Confession of a Contract Killer Contract Killer's Next Hit Contract Killer Stirs the Pot Drop me line; let me kno...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the characters, video games, franchises, historical events etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic...
Note: This chapter had several hindrances including me being sick for a week, receiving a cut on my eye (hurt like a bitch for a day and it's fine the next), and of course Christmas in which I find great Christmas joy in shooting carolers with super soakers. Otherwise, in lieu of a long wait, this chapter is several thousand words longer than I wished, but w...
A/N: Ahh thank you guys so much for your responses to my first story! They were very helpful and intensely appreciated! This story here has taken me a while to finish, but I hope y'all enjoy nevertheless. ***** "Do you remember Thomas?" I placed my waffles and orange juice on the small kitchenette table and sat to eat. I could feel my brother's eyes wa...
Peter wasn't much for social media. He wasn't high-minded about it. It was just that, while having homework or the flu was easy enough to explain—how were you supposed to fit switching bodies with Wolverine and then waking up from his drunken haze to find you were in bed with the two deadliest assassins in New York into a status update? He could barely belie...
Before I died, I was only really any good at two things: playing video games, and giving head. My parents split up when I was young and my mum couldn't look after me and work at the same time, so for weekends and holidays I was shipped off to live with Gramps, who had retired to a static caravan on the Sandy Shore holiday park. All his worldly goods packed...
Prologue: Guess Who's Back? 'Tim!' No answer. Jessica knew her son wasn't sleeping, she could hear the sounds coming from his room. Gun sounds and the occasional swear he thought wasn't all that loud. 'He's playing those stupid games of his again, I swear that's all he-', Jessica thought under her breath. It didn't usually bother her that much that her so...
Onions Cry Too Edited by Thegreat_pretender The day was gloomy, sending rain falling with no avail upon the little pink house at 4270 N Widows. Inside, Shawky, Annry, and Gaxi were discussing something very important. "Yeah, so if I had a cool code name, it would be 'Back Drop' Yeahoo!" Gaxi cheered, jumping around in her panties and a t-shirt. "That's...