"I'm not going to ask you again, WHO. WAS. HE!" "WHACK" Sara started balling uncontrollably, Ry, Rya, Ryan." "Ryan? Ryan who?" "Ricky, I can't, plea,..." "WHACK" "OWWWW, Harrison, Ryan Harrison," "Don't you love me?" "Oh yes, Ricky, yes." Sara heard the paddle drop and Rick walking away. She knew that she had hurt him. She really did love Rick, mo...
INTRODUCTION Calleigh Duquesne and Ryan Wolfe of the Miami CSI team were on their way to Las Vegas. It was determined that a suspect wanted in Miami had made his way to Las Vegas. Calleigh and Ryan were dispatched to verify the suspects DNA and to arrest him if there was a match. Las Vegas CSI had been alerted and Gil and Catherine awaited the Miami team ar...
Sara stretched her petite body in its full, yet not very impressive, length. She yawned. - What time is it? she said. Her four college buddies; red-haired, Irish Duncan, blond Jason, black bodybuilder Ricky, and dark-haired poet Alan; all checked their wrist watches. - 10.05 pm, said Jason. - Wanna take a break? said Duncan. - I wanna call it a night! s...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Laurel Lance's life had become really weird over the last few years. Fed up with seeing the guilty go free she had taken inspiration from her sister and become The Black Canary, and started patrolling the streets at night with her ex-boy...
Chicken, it was a word we had used from childhood to challenge our partners and good friends into doing outrageous things, from jumping off the cliffs at the local lake, to playing ding dong ditch on the School Principal's house. The first time my girlfriend used the word during some hot sexy role play, we got carried away, resulting in Sara's impregnation....
Story contains coercion and reluctance. ***** Mr. and Mrs. Crudele were going to have a much needed night out. Since the arrival of their little bundle of joy four months earlier they hadn't had a night out together. In fact they rarely had a few consecutive hours sleep in a row. But that night they had plans for a quick supper followed by an evening at th...
Sara had been at Oxford for six months when Hermann began to seep into her consciousness. His presence crept up on her, like water being absorbed into a sponge. At first it was only glimpses-the furtive exchange of eye contact from across the lecture hall, the accidental brushing of sides walking through a doorway. She would look up on the walk from her coll...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, sat astride her steed Snowglide as the mare carefully picked her way up the mountainside. She and Sophie had split up that morning, both agreeing that they would return to the camp that evening if neither of them found anything. Sophie had gone east, and Sara had gone west. Below her she could see the huge waterfall that...
When I peeked through the curtains to see who it was knocking on the door, I chuckled at the sight of Sara Wilson, who turned out to be a woman of her word. Before she left my place a couple of nights ago she had asked me whether she could come back with a friend. That answer was a definite yes, because for the couple of hours Sara had been there, she made...
PART IV: Sara sculpts Bob's lovely penis Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and Sara derived ever-growing joys from milking Bob's prostate. The implanted micro-devices gave Sara the ability to massage his prostate remotely, be it from a distance in the same room, to the other end of the bar at the shemales saloon they frequented often, and even ov...