I don't own Spider-Man or Batgirl or any other characters or places Marvel and/or DC related. I make no profit from this work. CHAPTER ONE: Before Sunrise It wasn't an easy climb up the trellis. Barbara Gordon had been Batgirl for little over a year, and as the nights wore on, she'd gotten better and better at scaling the trellis to her bedroom window af...
*** At the time I finished the last part, I had some ideas for what to write next, but those ideas are long forgotten, and I don't feel I could tell a good story for that portion, so it does feel like there is a gap in the story. Please ignore it as best you can. *** After that summer, I left as agreed, and life kind of went back to normal. I stayed in to...
For first editing and improving this story, thanks to author/editor hentaikitten, whose specialty is luscious, sensually saturated interracial matings -- not couples of different skin color but of different species, such as a male demon with a human virgin and an elf with an orc. Tremendous gratitude to the amazing author/editor/organizer blackrandi1958, wi...
Slowly, Inari's eyes pried themselves open, as consciousness returned to her mind. "Ugh...." the middle eastern woman ground out. Her vision cleared as she blinked. At first, Inari moved her head slowly, a massive headache pounding its way through her skull. Clutching her head, she leaned forward, groaning in pain. Pushing past her pain, Inari unbuckled hers...
I'd like to thank QHML1 for inviting me to participate in the Welcome to the New World story event. When you have a chance, please take a look at some of the other event submissions. Writers more talented than I have entered stories that I look forward to enjoying. The Peasants are Revolting She was overwhelmed by his cologne and personal scent as he pushe...
The buyout, the stock option payoff, the golden exit -- everybody says that it's a moment when dreams come true, but nobody says that your dreams die in the process. Jeremy sat diagonally from me at the conference table, looking like he wanted to skip the rest of the day and get to the drinking. He was never one for wearing ties, much less suits, so having t...
Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity,...
CHAPTER 19 GWEETO ROSELLI SPEAKS FROM THE GRAVE: The Morning was bright and cheery. I opened my eyes to see Beverly who was scrambling under the covers of our bed. I lay on my back making believe that I was still asleep. I could feel her big tits rub across my left leg as she positioned herself between my legs. We had fallen asleep while still in the nude a...
"Hey Dave, got a minute?" Her sweet voice sliced through the cloud that surrounded me. I was trying to make sense out of a blueprint drawn by someone whom obviously didn't have a clue as to what was important in a design drawing and what was useless. "Sure Lynn. What's up?" Lynn was our firms youngest, brightest and also the newest engineer. She had gradu...
I look up from my book, startled by the clomping of boots on the porch of the hideaway to which I was brought last night to fulfill a promise. Situated on a dirt road, miles from the main highway that snakes through this range of the Appalachian Mountains, so remote are we that the electrical grid barely stretches here and cable TV and cell phone service are...