As far as one's eye could see, the hills rolled away in cascading waves of luxuriant emerald. This was the best of East Africa. These were the hills Ernest Hemingway had fallen for. And here, nestled among them in a charming hollow, was where Rebecca Trudeau had made her home for the last eight years. "Benedict!" she called out, twisting in her lawn chair b...
All characters in this story are 18 or older, and the author does not in any way condone non-consensual sex. This story is fiction and contains, rough anal, pain, humiliation and degradation, ass to mouth, and rough oral; if you don't like these themes, please do not read or rate it. This work is purely fantasy, and any resemblance to actual persons, living...
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story. All charac...
++This is a short story written for a variety of reasons. It's kind of a kid's story, I know, but I think that some here may like it despite being slightly saccharine. We all have to face our fears eventually as we grow up. We all have our own personal fears, and we all face them in our own ways. Either way, this is just a fun little adventure story that was...
Note: This story is somewhere between an erotic coupling and a romance. I hope you enjoy it. ------------------------------------------------ "Patrick, hi!," she effused in a very familiar manner. She was 30, maybe 35, and grabbed the seat next to me on the Metro subway pulling out of Union Station. I had no idea who was greeting me this warmly. She was a...
Eight There were three middle-aged men waiting for us and after the briefest of introductions and the usual fussing over Vincent we were taken through to where the capsule was being 'studied'. The shell was still in one piece but the inner liner and a lot of the life support was lying on the bench next to it. 'Got to it, Vinnie,' I thought, and watched as...
This is a story starring one of my other characters: Sean A.P. Ryan. He's appeared in other stories: "Boys of the Old Brigade," "The Pirate King," "God Hates ..... Superman?" and he made an cameo in "O Little Town of Bethlehem." The question I wanted to ask was simple: How does a nutcase like this get people to work with him? * The (relatively) Recent Pas...
Some things just aren't meant to be. Physical impossibilities, like apples falling up, or frogs singing The Star Spangled Banner. Things that are way too remote to count on, like rolling twenty consecutive sevens. Or, at odds of one in 175 million, you could include winning the Power Ball in that category, too. You can add to that list the way my friend Jaso...
"So let's go through this again to se if I understand this right," the officer said as he scratched his head and looked at me with a confused and tired expression on his face. "For crying out loud, officer -- this is the fourth time!" I complained. The confusion left his face and a look of irritation replaced it. "Listen, this isn't your run of the mill c...
"You're still on time! It's all right, you're still on time." You say to yourself for the thousandth time as you check the clock on the dash, also for the thousandth time. You aren't wearing a watch because that would be out of costume. Watches are worn only when one is working. "I mustn't be late!" you think to yourself for the millionth time, because you'...