Thunder... Waiting for a flash, for another confirmatory rumble, I lay perfectly still, holding my breath, my eyes wide open. I'd hated storms since I was a kid. Though my terror had abated over the years, the wisdom of maturity kicking in, I could never quite forget the trauma of being told at five years old that a friend of my father's had been struck by...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Cedric parked his Town Car at a 'Scenic View' spot reserved for drivers to pull off the mountain road and view the marvelous scenic vistas. Although the night was clear and moonlight provided some ligh...
I look out the window and I see a new world, much the same as it was before...but always different. Always changing. I still have no real idea what I am, though I have been here for just short of a century. My physical form, that of a tall, voluptuous plastic female Canis lupus morph with a luscious cascade of hair in ringlets halfway down my back, is beauti...
Editor's Note: "Who Dat Girl?" is the story about our recent trip to New Orleans. In the first three parts, husband and wife — David and Tia — get frisky on the plane to New Orleans and attract the attention of two hot co-eds. The four decide to check out the French Quarter together, and after an evening of getting to know each other, they all head back to t...
Hi to all, Here is part two of A Slow Descent. I originally envisaged it would only have two parts but as with everything nowadays it got complicated. I'm part way through writing part three at the moment. Reading part one would be a good idea if you want to pick up the story line. Here's a brief outline, Helena a thirty something mother of two who runs a...
This is, obviously, Chapter 6 of my novella, The Rolls and the Pipe. For those who are just tuning in, Kaiser Mattanthas is a highly successful academic (who looks like a Viking crossed with a blonde teddy bear), and Paige de'Lephaunt is a feature writer for a Chicago newspaper (petite-ish, slender with a fabulous mane of chestnut curls). In the spirit of t...
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Chapter One - Better off Dead Charlie Ringwald put a Consulate menthol cigarette between her lipsticked lips and lit up, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. The smoke gave a false illusion of warmth on the bitter foggy night. She put her cigarettes back into the cheap handbag hanging from her shoulder by the thin vinyl strap and wrapped her arms around h...
Part 33: Just What I Needed At well over a million words, this is one of a handful of the longest erotic stories ever written. The first couple of parts are mostly build up and teasing, but there's lots of sex later on. The story also has love, humor, plot, character, and a lot of popular acclaim, so you should give it a try if you haven't already. It has i...
Author's note: This is a sequel to my earlier two-part work called The Arrangement. I decided to write it after getting feedback from some friends who wanted me to move the story in a different direction. ***** About a year later... It was the first Tuesday in April. Carol and I had flown to Seattle the day before. She had taken a layover day to shop whi...