A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. I promise the trolls had nothing to do with it - just travel, compounded by the flu, compounded by holiday craziness! This will be the last chapter of 2019; I should be back the first Monday in January. So Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas/Hanukkah/Eid/Kwanzaa...and any other holiday I may have missed. See you all in 2020! *****...
In this chapter, a woman and her twin daughters send a video to her ex-husband, showing them giving birth to their German Shepherd puppies! * It'd been ten months since Brett had been forced to watch the video of his wife and daughters breeding with his Canine boss, and that was the last time he had seen or heard from the girls, well, except for all of t...
Dear Senya, Heya, bum! It's your sister. I got your letter—pretty crazy shit! Who'd have thought our shitty racist uncle was loaded, huh? I hope the trip there goes okay. To be clear, I have never heard of this ranch. Sounds pretty sketchy to me—esp. since you're, like, traveling with a frikking ex-pirate! What the fuck do they farm, anyways? Pandas? Bambo...
Chapter 10: Old Wounds Healed. For the second time in as many days, Junie found herself staring at her phone with distaste. The caller ID said it was her ex-husband, Greg. She let it go to message. There was no way she was going to speak to him if there was any way to avoid it. Every time she spoke to him, it always seemed to end up with him yelling and ca...
Tanya was in her room minding her own damn business when her friend Kate came in looking like she wanted to win some kind of award for sluttiest outfit. She wore some kind of strange black one piece on with a diamond cut out for her belly button with a shiny heart shaped tattoo sinking just out of view on her midriff, her breasts pushed up, exposing as much...
Walter Wimple, was a loser. He was born unlucky, and it only got worse as the years went by or so it seemed to him. He was small, thin hair, no muscles and no backbone. People walked all over Walter all the time. He especially had a terrible time each Valentine’s Day. It seemed like something terrible always happened. When he was four his dog died on Valent...
Mistress walked into my room with a plain brown bag in her hand. When I saw her I got off of my pink chair that I was sitting in while putting my makeup on and fell to the ground and properly greeted her. "Good Morning Mistress Emily," I said and kissed her feet. "How may I serve you?" I asked before kissing her feet one more time. The second time I kissed...
Hi everybody! This chapter has been a long time in the making; I have been struggling to focus on the one story in my free time. I don't have an editor besides myself, so there may be a few mistakes... fair warning for Grammar Nazis ^_~ I haven't actually written the entire story, so I am kind of writing this on the fly... Let me know what you think. Const...
{We have this Dog, I never bothered to mention him before because in all of the time we have had him, all he does is eat and sleep. We do let him out to take a dump, he actually does go out, and he is back in 3 minutes. That is it, that really is it. 14 years old, he is close to part of the carpet. But, as we found out, some folks think he can cause troubl...
You were smoking hot, and intent on putting on a show. It was obvious that taking your top off in the hot tub, for the viewing pleasure of the three puppies, had turned you on, and that when two of them had come into the tub for a closer look, you had gone into full Player mode. After half an hour or so of sexual-laced banter with them, and a few delibera...