The Misadventures of a Celebrity Slut: Calista Does the NBA By Ally McBeal as told to Greg Lee Hunt Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written in the first person. It contains adult material of a graphic and erotic nature for the enjoyment of adult readers. You must be 18 or older to read this story; you must be able to read erotica in your ow...
September 2009 I should have known how things were going to end the moment Adam took his wallet out. We'd been dating for over a year and had gotten comfy with one another's mannerisms and foibles to the extent we were very couply so anything out of the ordinary meant trouble. In a good way. It was our scheduled regular night in: food and wine in front of a...
This story has developed from one of the Characters in my story The Webber Family Secrets. For background information I recommend reading the story but of course it is not essential. This is going to be a long story so I have placed it under Novels and Novellas. Enjoy! ***** SAM PROLOGUE It was seven on Tuesday morning and Sam was walking the path above...
Standing on the outer deck of the immense château, she silently watches as the fog rolls across dew kissed fields. Enveloping the white washed fences surrounding the acres of grazing fields, the soft whickering of the horses lingering over the stillness of the morning. The fog silently sweeps over her feet and ankles, encasing them in a moist kiss of fleetin...
A 'Rayne Wylde' Tale by Josh & Sadie Rose © 1999/2006 "This is a story that I wrote a long time ago before the events of the Underwear series. It was meant as a stand-alone but although I hated the story I liked Kev and Dave so much that I thought they deserved something better. I've been tweeking it forever but now it's time for it to see the light of day...
Now, it's not what you might think; I'm not talking about that annoying Microsoft Office pop-up. No, I'm talking about the London Clippy, more properly known as a bus conductress. This was long before the Oyster Card method of payment that you wand as you board a bus, through concertina folding doors. Back then there was no door, just an open platform at the...
Chap.1. Daytime "Bridge night tonight?" she asked while they were seated at the table eating a late breakfast. "Right, and I forgot to tell you, we're playing here. It's hot in the city and the guys thought it might be cooler out here. They also want to see the camp," he answered curtly. "Well thanks for telling me now. I was planning to go downtown with...
Editor's Note: As this story deals with the tracking of a serial killer, it contains couple of scenes of violence necessary to the plot. If this offends you, please read no further. * * * * * The phone rang and startled him from a sound sleep. Wearily, he reached for the receiver, "Hello?" and he adjusted his eyes to the dark room. It was the station, "L...
Jenny stood naked in the centre of the dungeon, her wrists restrained to the ceiling forcing her to stretch and place all her weight on her toes. Her plastic chastity belt and bra that she had worn for past month had been removed and it wouldn't be needed again. Jenny's eyes were also taped shut and a blind fold placed over that so she couldn't see a thing....
Just a quick note for the readers I am not a tattoo artist any more than a Greek Mythologist. This is a work of fiction and any miss steps in the way things really work are because of these facts. None of the people in this piece are real; any reference to the real world is purely coincidental. Enjoy. Estephan stretched. He wasn't sure what time it was but...