Disclaimer: This story contains one NSFW illustration. It's the very first thing you'll see if you scroll down. Ignoring this disclaimer may lead to promotions. "It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both."-Niccolo Machiavelli Thinking was like swimming through drying concrete. The effort it took Andraste to focus was herculean. She...
Foreword This story is a sequel to the Want Ad/Palmistry/Therapy series. You needn’t have read the others to know what’s going on in this one and the only character common to the others is the main character, Bob. Reading the others will, however, give you some insight into who Bob is and why he’s doing what he’s doing. There was something wrong with this...
This story is fictitious. It is totally a creation of my crazy mind. Therefore, any resemblance to events, places, persons living or dead, or fucktards is strictly coincidental. Although blackmail is used to 'convince' the ladies to engage in sexual activities, I chose not to put this tale in the 'NonConsent/Reluctance' category because none of them are all...
Chapter Fourteen — Sunday School When she'd gone to Mass as a teenager on the old Headmaster's orders, Janice had been struck by the appearance of the Father leading the service. He was tall and rough looking, with large, craggy features and recessed but gleaming dark eyes. He had also noted the presence of the gorgeous, sensuous young brunette sitting in t...
My name is Bill Edwards, at least everyone in my life calls me Bill although my wife insists on calling me Billy. That takes me back to my adolescent days which I would rather forget. At slightly over 6 feet tall and around 180 lbs., I am 32 and on a decent career path in the marketing department at the pharmaceutical company that I work for. I am not the pe...
I headed for the University campus a little earlier than usual on Monday morning, hoping to catch my thesis chairman Dr. Keller and drop off the project notes Jamie and I had compiled. More accurately, I hoped to arrive before his gatekeeper, Mrs. Marsh. That didn't work out. Doesn't that woman ever leave her guard post? "Hello, Tom," she sniffed dismissi...
Author's Notes: Hey guys! Sorry about the long wait. Here's an extra long chapter for you! Chapter 1: Iciness. Cold, desolate iciness. I was covered in blood, the red fluid splattered all over my body. There was nothing here. I stood at the middle of the field, looking around. It was all empty, devoid of life. A hateful land of wonderful winter. Yet, despi...
This is a long story, almost 33,000 words. If you don't like long stories, please don't upset yourself by reading the following. The following is a work of fiction. Except for references to well-known historical figures and broad geographic areas (e.g., Pacific Ocean, Mexico) unnamed individuals and locations in this story are a total figment of my imaginat...
[An Account from the PRISM Chronicles] Chapter 1 Darkness The darkness seemed to have a shape and a movement of its own. His thoughts were filled with a mix of fear that he would be waylaid by somebody and an excitement at the size of the payment he and the guard beside him would receive for their work tonight. In this part of the Port of Salvador, Brazi...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. The title of this story comes from 'Rain On The Roof' which is one of my all-time favorite Beatles tunes and can be fou...