Read Chapter 1 to catch up. Here, Ginny's sexual odyssey continues. My life hadn't really changed since we'd come on vacation. Regardless of the reasons, the night before I'd fucked the village Chief, with three of his female servants assisting, all to make up for a misunderstanding of local customs. And still, the only person I trusted was my widowed fathe...
Chapter 2: Smith's Dilemma Author's note: This story is a continuation of 'Still Lost in Space'. You don't need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. This story is meant for a laugh. I took a little more time in writing this one and I hope you like it. Any comments are welcome as well as feedback through e-mail. There is another installment coming soon. I'm ha...
Arrangements Stan studied the fellow sitting opposite nervously fiddling with his cell phone. They were sharing a drink at the Pig & Thistle Tavern on Nassau Street in Lower Manhattan. His name was Colin Edwards: medium-height, athletic, wiry, two-day beard. He looked really tired. "Sorry," said Colin, grimacing as he put the phone away. "Seems I can n...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
My first attempt at erotica so it may be a bit flawed. As an avid fan of World of Warcraft, I just decided to write this based on an idea that came to me. The two main characters are of my own creation, however, the setting and much of the background is from Warcraft. Those said elements are property of Blizzard Entertainment, not me. Critique is welcome,...
Greg, Mary, and Jordan stood and gawked at the Romanian castle stuck into a nearby hillside. Greg gave the driver ten euros and the little car sped away, leaving the three alone on an old stone road in the middle of a dense forest. They could see the castle, just not a way to it. "Greg, call him, we're probably in the wrong place." Greg's fiancée, Mary, cou...
Return to Clare 'As one door closes and another door opens' as the saying goes and to say that I was living that saying would not be too far a stretch of the imagination. To put you in the picture, it was just over six months ago (November 2013 to be more precise) that I was made redundant from my accountancy position which was quite a set back for me on a...
Chapter 7 – Slim and Porky When I woke up Wednesday morning the shock that had kept me in a cloud the day before was gone and reality had set in. I found myself dealing with the real possibility that I could lose Holly. I still couldn't get my head around the idea that someone would want to kill her. Was this a random act or did someone we know do this? It...
Author's Note: Most names and times have been changed. Some of this is true. And yes, the title was inspired by that old Guns n' Roses song. * The phone rang, shaking me out of an afternoon doze. Still tasting the Jack Daniel's from this Friday's "lunch", I answered it as I untangled the wire. This was a few years ago. Phones had wires and plugged into the...
October 1, 2012 (Monday) Rashad laid in the hotel room's king size bed watching Samantha sleep. They had gotten into town at about 1:30 in the morning and had taken a cab to the hotel. As soon as they had entered the room, Samantha went to sleep. He was too wired and so he had left a note saying he would have his phone with him and he had walked around for...