"The quality of mercy is not strain'd. It droppeth as gentle rain from heaven." - Shakespeare * It was early evening when she walked into the bar. He had not expected to see her. "Can I talk to you for a second," she said. "Sure," he said. She led him away from the crowded bar area and to an isolated table. "You're my friend, right?" she asked. "Of c...
My wife Grace stood next to me on the bridge over Lake Burley Griffin in Canberra, Australia, admiring the Captain Cook Memorial jets as they climbed high into the sky. "Thank you Tim for bringing us to this lovely city," I said. Beyond, reflected in the Lake, was the American-Australian Memorial. Behind and to our right was Capital Hill with its lovely Go...
Author's note: Thank you all for the support you have shown with the first installment of 'The Kineticist'. As I posted in the comments on the previous chapter, I welcome any and all feedback on my work. If you feel there is something major you would like to discuss, be it stylistic choice or artistic vision, please feel free to message me directly. I read...
...So after all that had gone on for the last couple days Mandy and I finally turned into the parking garage at the airport. We were early for her flight back home so we had plenty of time. After unstrapping her duffel from the rack of my Harley she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly to her soft 46DDD tits. "This has been a fantastic weekend...
In a world where you grew up the only child to obscenely rich parents, avoiding the trap of becoming a pompous, bitchy, spoiled brat would be extremely difficult. When that child fully embraces the power of manipulation that comes with that upbringing, the opportunity to get any and everything one could want is basically there for the taking. That was the c...
Note: Another old-ish one. I tried going through and fixing the tense, but eventually gave up since there's so many times I swap. Tracer section involves pain. Ana/Pharah involves incest. Widowmaker involves humiliation. All involve anal. Tracer Simone greets me as soon as I'm plugged into the Sim. "Back already? That's got to be a new record." "Ye...
Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had "lost" their connection to God. Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, sh...
It was the end of a long, exhausting shift. One of those weekends where everything that could go wrong did, especially when there was a full moon. Well, whatever, he would do what he always did when he felt like this, he would hit the gym and sweat this shit out. If he was exhausted physically, he might be able to turn off his brain and get some rest. Later...
This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started earlier this year. I would recommend you read the first five installments before starting in on th...
This story is part of my Trouble Texas Style series that includes Night Walker's Woman, Tight Fittin' Jeans, One Night Stand, and Ready to Run. It will be appreciated more when reading in context with those. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** This story deals with the life-long after-effects of rape. Both the heroine and hero are rape survivors. There will be brief fl...