Just three years after graduating from Sunnydale High, and sticking up with the crap he recieved from principal Snider, Xander has not achieved a great deal. In 2000 (season 4) he hooked up with an ex-demon named Anya, he has not explanation of how they have lasted this long, but all Xander does remember is that one evening when Anya showed up in his basemen...
As the caverns grew brighter from not only glowing walls and a ceiling filtering in stimulating light Cameron Scott slowed his flight plan. Deciding to drop to the cave floor he dims his rib like armor that entwines his human body. His friends Elle and Malcolm behind him on the alien Technoride hovers with the headlights turned off. Careful sitting the bike...
I hate Halloween. There, I said it. I hate Halloween because when you are a black girl there aren't too many things you can choose to be. The little white girls could always be Daphne from Scooby Doo, or a princess from whatever Disney film was popular at the time. Not me, I think I may have been a witch a few times, a ghost, and a clown. No Disney for me. A...
Sara had been a cheerleader since junior high school and had been too more sporting events then she cared to remember. She enjoyed football season but could have cared less about basketball and wrestling. Why wrestlers needed cheerleaders had been a question that often raced through her mind as she feigned interest during their meets. After all, who wants to...
I originally started this out as a one shot sex extravaganza, but the writer in me took over, and before I knew it, I had a huge long chapter. This story will, however, have tons of sex in it, I just didn't feel it was fair to make this chapter any longer at the moment. If you want me to continue this story, please send me feedback, otherwise I may concentra...
Buffy had gone out again. Roaming the streets of Sunnydale, no doubt protecting the world from the powers of darkness but making sure that Dawn was at home "out of harms way." Dawn had just turned 18, yet still Buffy wanted to protect her. She was clearly old enough to hold her own. God! Even Anya had gone out to fight this new evil, and she was twice the wo...
He sits upon the wobbly old picnic table, a cigarette jutting from between his lips. It seems that there is always a cigarette resting there anymore. He had managed to quit for six months before all of this had started, and had been rather proud of that. Now, all that work had been for nothing. He knows that he needs to quit again but he also knows that this...
Welcome to the picturesque town of Hooterville, population 1298. Situated in the boring backwoods of the American rural country, take East Tapp Rd out of New Witchshire for about 23 miles, and then take a left on to state road 33 for quite a few more miles. But then you get to city limits at Camden Crossing Rd, cross the Montgomery river, named so for a loca...
Several years ago, my wife and I, met a male friend of ours in a motel room to have a threesome. This was strictly all about sharing my wife with him, I'm very straight and wasn't into any male-to-male sexual action. This wasn't the first time that he and I had shared my wife and it wouldn't be the last. But this particular time, was unusual for one reason,...
A friend in needs a friend indeed, A friend with weed is better. A friend with breasts and all the rest, A friend who's dressed in leather. - Placebo's "Pure Morning" The song quote above spawned this ultimate stoner fantasy back in my college days. Some of you might question if such a topic belongs in the romance section but I didn't think it...