AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's all the Ex's fault - Redux Due to reader requests and a bad case of writers block, I have revisited this series and have added names and spiced up a few bland spots. Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style... and a strong reliance on s...
I'm really sorry about the wait for this one. I got caught up transferring to my university (a hell within itself), so the workload has been weighing me down. I've got the outline for chapter 3 down, so just have a little patience with me. I'm doing the best I can to juggle my writing with school and work (I don't mean to neglect you!). Chapter 2 – Deaths a...
A week had passed since Dan Danger's successful debut in the SFL, and the reactions from his fellow competitors had been quite polarizing, to say the very least. Walking through one of the hallways of the backstage area, he would often be greeted by a congratulatory high-five from some of the male sexfighters or even an approving nod from his female counte...
Prologue - Placing her back inches from a large tree, Brenda stooped down and teased open a brown canvas satchel. The occasional wind-rush of a car traveling on the road, several yards away, served as a reminder that civilization seemed always to be only one step away. Her son, dear Christopher, had dropped her off on that highway a bit over an hour ago. B...
Copyright 2008 by Stormbringer Nikki Nipples Vs. The Lifeguard 11/18/08 Nikki didn't want to do it, but it made Alex so very happy and it helped alleviate her guilt over having sex with the two Mexicans earlier that day. She posed in the baby doll nighty while Alex took another picture. The lingerie was light blue and nearly transparent. Her nipples were...
Ann stood at the end of the bed with her hands on her sexy hips, looking at me for the longest time, trying to decide what to do. I was laying still, a little scared to move, which didn't make a lot of sense since it was Ann standing there. Sure she was wearing a red wig, playing the part of Barbara, a high-class escort from somewhere in Northern Virginia, b...
Damon reached up and swiped his hands back through his hair after closing the hatch and sealing it. Standing up, he took a step back and inspected the plate carefully. It had been carefully built to conceal its existence and the cargo contained within, but a quick glance ensured that it fit into place the way it was intended and that a casual search would tu...
Prologue I come home from work on 8th November to find Ava crying inconsolably on our bed, a little piece of white plastic clutched in her fist. "How long have you been here?" I ask gently, taking her in my arms and kissing her loose chestnut curls. She doesn't answer so I ask again, "What time did you take the test?" "At five," Ava hiccups indistinctl...
A warm spring breeze ruffles my short skirt and my long auburn hair. My white stilettos click on the pavement as I walk to work. Hearing them always makes me smile, as does the delicious feeling of my nylon clad thighs rubbing together as I walk. My pale pink skirt is flared and very short showing off my shapely legs. When clubbing or shopping I wear sexy st...
Dockside Birdie, rest a little longer, 'Til little wings are stronger, So she rests a little longer, Before she flies away.+++Tennyson, Sea Dreams Not far from the Tower of London, a few hundred yards at most and flanking the old city, there is a small marina, and actually, as marinas go, it's a decent one. A bit of a chore to get to -- fighting mad tides...