Chapter 7 now and trying to sort out the thoughts in my head. Keep up the encouraging feedback and votes. It's why I write. "The more things change, the more they stay the same." Thanks to my editors DevilsRapture and SlySubmissive. * * "No," said Jake, firmly crossing his arms. "Oh come on!" "I think I've learnt that it's a bad idea." "What are you g...
I love, love, love the feedback, keep it coming ;). I'm really glad you like it! Chapter 5 _(*(*(-)*)*)_ So here's the problem. I'm sitting on the floor outside my apartment trying not to cry. I locked my keys in the car, and can't find the spare key to the apartment. Brenden is away on business, and he's not answering his phone, neither is the super. I c...
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Enjoying the company of Miss North Carolina was a singularly unique and pleasant part of my life, let me tell you. Let's call her Suzanne. How we met and hit it off was as unexpected as anything in the brief, whirlwind affair that was the Miss North Carolina experience. It started at the bar in a Fayetteville nightclub, and I was reciting poetry to her....
There she stood, her prey on the other side of the great chasm, as she calculated how exactly to get to it. All she could see was a great pair of horns through the thick wood, which, understandably, she mistook for antlers. It was not very far; she could easily leap across. After all, her hind legs were strong enough to send her over and, if necessary she co...
Chapter 03: Moderate Turbulence The beat of water played across her skin. Her nipples had hardened at the first touch of spray, but now they ached. Stephanie tingled as she directed the pulsing steam between her legs. She shivered before her hands fumbled the showerhead back into its cradle. Damn, that Steven, she thought. It had been more than a week sinc...
Part 1: An Impossible Situation I was still waking up in what we were arbitrarily calling the morning when Clarissa and Augusta came to visit me, which was unfortunate, because I'd taken to sleeping naked -- the House was happy to keep my room warm enough, we still didn't have much choice in clothes, and I didn't feel inclined to sleep in a shapeless robe-go...
I'd finally found a new description for the evening's tropical sunset, one not involving the adjectives sultry or fiery, when a small but determined fist smashed into my dinner plate. "Murderer!" The fist belonged to a woman I'd glanced at a few times, as she sat at the bar and as I wrote and scratched out sentences on the back of a cocktail napkin. "Li...
Author's note: All characters and companies mentioned in this story have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone or anything bearing the same name or names. Events portrayed in this story are pure invention and have not been based on any events that have happen in real life. All the characters involved in...
Part 3 (Heidi's Story) This story was written by LeasaJ (Heidi's Story) and trainman_d (Ward's Story) I returned to work the next day with the intention of insisting that my lascivious, black employer stop treating me like his paid slut. I sincerely lectured myself that Ward would have to stop...that it would all have to stop. I was Tommy's fiancé and that...