Author's Note: This is Part 2 of a three part series. It is recommended that you read the first part before reading this so that you understand the back-story. ***** Arizona State University, Earth "Hey, it's Mario, right?" "Yeah, that's me." Mario barely recognized the guy, but he suspected he knew what he wanted. The requests were coming with increasin...
Hello BPV fans. This is a chapter that could have been a part of Chapter 3 in terms of timeline. It's a more cuckold-themed side story that takes place right at the start of the outbreak with a brief cameo from Cindy. As always, feedback keeps me writing. If you're not OK with heavy racial themes, than stop reading. If you're offended, why have you been re...
TWO WEEKS IS FOREVER For regular readers, this has been the longest gap in the story since I started, for reasons I've touched on in a couple of postings. This is not the Chapter 5B I intended to put on Lit. I'd expected it to be at least two, maybe three times longer, which means more chapters. But I realized I'd hit a natural stopping point so I stopped a...
14 Sendi and I sat at the edge of a steamy jungle clearing in the mountains forty miles out of Medellin and waited. Our clothes were sticking to our bodies and the deodorant had given up the fight hours ago. The shirt clinging to her body took my mind off my job for several minutes. I had checked and rechecked the camera settings to make sure that when I t...
January 27th, 1885 Tarant, United Kingdom Our little weather beaten, disheveled trio had set a good, steady pace through the vastness of wilderness between the town of Shrouded Hills and the city of Tarant, which sat astride the Hadrian River like some ungainly colossus. While those weeks had been rife with ambushes by small raiding parties of kites, the...
This story is complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone in real life is purely a coincidence. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. * Jessi sat down, picked up the phone, and dialed Becky's number. Her dad and Ryan had headed off to borrow the backhoe from Frank, and her mother had gone back over to Marie's to continue helping Marie...
As days passed the thoughts about what we missed after ending the relationship with Shrini and Rohini plagued me. Rohini and I frequently discussed about what transpired in the last year and half and each time I would unearth something that I didn't know. I wondered when Rohini would try to convince me to reinitiate the affair but she never did. Despite th...
SO FAR: A jobless and sensitive young man becomes innocently associated with a bubbling woman in her late forties who lives alone on a vineyard out of Auckland, New Zealand. Nash is attracted because she drives a beautifully re-built and upgraded 1939 Chevy pick-up and draws him from his 'shell' with ease. Hope Honeybun's interest in young Mr Carson is that...
Morgan always dreamed of a big, strong, magnificently muscled stallion being her lover. Hard to the touch all over, brawny, able to protect her so she'd feel safe in his powerful arms. She longed to strum his cut abs like a banjo, abs that were armor-hard plates that could shrug off a sledgehammer to the gut without a wince. Her boyfriend, Roger, was nothi...
[To give credit properly, the song quoted within the story is written by Alison Krauss. It's one of my favorite songs. This story could be put in Romance, Erotic Couplings, or even Loving Wives. There is no cheating, but the wives are loving. As always, your votes and comments are encouraged.] * * * * * We were so lucky. In 1999 we were ready to buy a hous...