This is the final chapter of this story and it should bring the tale of James, Myra, John and Joel to an end. It might have felt wordy to some but I didn't rush it and let it tell its tale at its own speed. It is not for everyone, and that's ok. Some people like Vanilla, others Chocolate, and still others prefer New York Super Fudge Chunk. The resolution o...
1996 West Bank Tyreese struggled to open his eyes. He knew he wasn't dead because he felt pain all over. Blinking repeatedly, he couldn't make anything out, it all appeared so very blurry. This wasn't the first time he'd been knocked out, or even the first time kidnapped. Growing up in Detroit, the tall, brown-red skinned Tyreese had seen it all. Startin...
"Hey guys, ready for something sweet, pink and creamy?" The two boys in the water turned their heads and saw Eddy's mom looking down on them at the poolside, smiling at their puzzled faces. She lowered her sun glasses and winked. "Come inside fellows, I got something nice for you." Her red lips blew them a kiss as she turned on her feet and returned to the...
Wow! I couldn't believe it. My girlfriend, Isabella, an amazing girl, yet one whom if you were to see her on the streets, you might think she was one of those stiff ladies. Normally she's businesslike, commanding, straight and narrow. You know the type! But, tonight... We were at dinner and we were discussing what to do. We had a late dinner, as she was bus...
**8:08 P.M.** She was sitting in front of her laptop, oblivious to my wandering eyes. Her posture bent slightly forward to type a response to an online library patron, my eyes went down to where her shirt should have met her denim skirt; but of course, her sharp dress allowed for an inch of skin to be seen there. Her forward lean buckled her dress in the b...
i dream.. of waking up next to you.. of slowly stretching.. maybe for a moment.. fogetting that i am anything but alone.. and as i raise my arms up.. maybe i slide softly against you lying there.. sometimes i wake up at this point.. and all i can remember is being disappointed.. i can't quite remember what i was dreaming of.. but i know it was over much to...
Gestapo Headquarters Paris Department A2 Friday October 10 1940 9:00am I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a...
It's been 11 years since I last added any 'chapters' (if you can glorify them to that) of the cheap, trashy, rushed, debased, artless, and porn-y smut stories I've liked uploading to this website in the past. Despite receiving positive feedback from people and requests for more (you deviants), I really struggle to feel satisfied with the quality of anything...
*Sorry it took a little longer to drop!* *Just some notes to clarify-Marcello is the Italian one and is Connors special ops buddy, Martin is the one that works at the bar and Marcello does not like him. Connors dad is the one that was sneaking out the house and had something to hide!*MARCELLO IS NOT GAY! (James obviously is! Haha) *THANK YOU, to everyone w...
Deep down in the cavernous bowels of Bánánach Hole, the cacophonous clangour of a skirmish already in progress rang throughout the multitude of prehistoric burrows. From out of the shadows, a glint of silver arced horizontally through a legion of reanimated skeletal warriors, hewing through their ancient bones and decrepit armour like they were constructed f...