It's October, my favorite month of the year. I needed a little break from writing, "Fallen Snow," in order to clear my head and get myself motivated to write again. To that end, I've written a little something different that I hope you all enjoy. This entry jumps genres a bit. If that statement worries you, jump to the end and I'll have a small note to give...
A few weeks went by, in which Domino spent as much time with Alexandru as possible. Every day now was a tiny bit shorter, since they'd hit the peak daylight of July and she was looking forward to him being awake more often. She was feeling more tired, and was no longer meeting with Mr. Hughes or Samir until lunchtime or a little after. They didn't mention it...
Alexandru flickered in and out of consciousness during the night hours for the first week that he was free of his confines in Belarus. He would wake to find Samir or Mr. Hughes or Faeron nearby, ready to feed him, tend to his wounds that had finally begun to heal more rapidly. By the beginning of his second week in his old room at Vorhees, the one he had sha...
Another trip into the forest, another annoying problem to deal with. She looked around through the shaded woods for signs that she was getting close, a path or a familiar landmark. What she found instead was a sign much more literal; haphazardly nailed into a tree was a plank of wood bearing writing in unmistakably awful handwriting and spelling comprehensio...
The next morning I took my first tour of the new plant. An interpreter was assigned to me. Carmen was a very nice looking and very intelligent individual. I immediately trusted her to interpret both what was explained to me and my questions back. I also made a mental note to engage her to teach me Spanish and the local dialect so I wouldn't always have to re...
Day Four: The Second Island We were up a little early so we could get ready and right out to breakfast. The food was great and I was hungry. Back at our cabin, we got our things together for our excursion. That was the day for swimming with the turtles, playing on the beach, and of course rum punch. On the islands, rum was cheap and such an easy quick way t...
Chapter 34: Play Time "Ooooo yessss — this is what I've been waiting for!" Savannah's deep, rich voice cut through the persistent throb of the bass music as she sauntered and shimmied her big hips, putting one thick leg exaggeratedly in front of the other. Her dark red hair framed her heart-shaped face...luscious waves of dark crimson that blended seamlessl...
Characters: • Linda, hotwife, 33 years old, a tight & fit yoga instructor of Mediterranean Italian heritage with olive skin tone and long, luscious, brown hair, and curvaceous proportions. Linda has an insatiable sexual appetite, has always dreamed of a manly man, but learned only after marriage that her husband held cuckold and sissy tendencies. Loves her...
**WARNING** This story may contain orientation play, slurs/homophobia, cheating themes and other aspects that may be unsuitable to certain audiences. Please take this under advisement before reading. All characters in my stories are of majority age unless stated otherwise. ----- Tom - College Junior - Brown Hair/Eyes, 5'7", 130lbs Glasses Lisa - College...
Just past midnight, on a pitch black, moonless night, six eighteen-year-old girls from across the country arrived in a black Suburban and filed anxiously into the marina's business center, following signs to Gethsemane Academy's reserved conference room. They had few clues to where in the world they were or what to expect next. A tray of pastries rested on a...