Hey, you've reached Larissa. I'm not here right now.... There it was again. I didn't think I would ever get sick of hearing my own voice, but I was starting to. Curled up on the couch at home with remote in hand, I did what I do best. I avoided making a decision. I couldn't say no to James or Noah. Especially Noah. I guessed a night of watching Law and O...
I would liked to thank wickedinside for the help with my story. The following is true. I have changed the names to protect the willing. My name is Sam, my wife Brenda and I have been married for over twenty years. We married young, she is truly my soulmate. Like many of the husbands on this site, I too have a fantasy of wife sharing, or at least, her e...
Author's Note: This is part three of five of Finding Home. The sudden departure of Noah's mother doesn't make life any easier for Noah and Lacey. After an unexpected accident, a trip to see Lacey's family in Montreal brings even more uncertainty. While Finding Home can be enjoyed on its own, it is a sequel to the original story, Runaway, and its epilogue W...
Authors note: Hello everyone. I am grateful to David who is back onboard proofreading for me again and thank you once again to Kate for being my second set of eyes. I hope you continue to enjoy this series. ~ellie. ***** "Fuck! She's gone?" Noah asked, incredulously. "Gone where? How?" "No one knows. No one saw anything. We're tracking down the night nur...
Noah was never a particularly lustful boy. His path to the seminary was always in the cards, and made good sense. To be clergy would elevate his status—a respectable man of the cloth. Average in most respects, he was not strong or clever or braver than anyone else. Glimpses at other men in undress here and there had revealed Noah was fairly average below th...
My supervisor has taken notice of my spending so much time in the office these past few days and is insisting I take some days off at home. Hang on through this weekend, I'll return in a few days with a new message. Until then, keep pushing the boundaries of the game as much as you can. Good luck. -Vivian Peters Noah thumped the stock of his Hyperion rifle...
With all the happenings of the past several weeks, Vivian would not have found it strange if her fingers combusted with the speed and ferocity of her keystrokes. The rate at which she typed would have caused a Computer 101 class to reel back in shock and awe. She had known walking into the server room that what awaited her would push her abilities. But she h...
The small French bistro was their favorite brunch spot. It was the same as ever:: tables packed with young couples and families, the din of happy conversation reverberating off of the tin walls. An excess of heart-shaped decorations lined the walls and hung from the ceiling, a not so subtle nod to the holiday they were supposed to be celebrating. Although e...
Walking hand in hand with Rory, Noah was escorting the energetic little guy from daycare. They were still far away from home and Rory had not yet run out of stories about the day's misadventures. Lately, Rory was the only thing that put a smile on Noah's face. Crystal had gone on vacation -- which was a very good thing, in his opinion -- but she told him tha...
Much of Noah's plan hinged on him getting matched with Experiment 32 on a consistent basis. So when he woke up the next day and checked the roster for the day's Game, his heart sank a little. It was teams of three, and neither of his partners were the blood-bending woman. Instead, today he was to hit the Run with Larka and Fidget. Not a bad team by any means...