Welcome back! There's bitches that need rescuin'! (Wow... that sounds awful, but makes sense in the story.) :-) For those of you reading The Runesmith Chronicles for the first time I recommend going back and starting at Chapter one. Mostly so you have a better understanding of how things like the magic system works and what's going on as I often reference...
Warning: the following chapter features boobs, emotional confrontations, dramatic reveals, coffee, unusual newcomers, tits, self sacrifice, restorations, devastations, reparations, repeated unexpected nudity, and one girl's drive to get back what is rightfully hers. Girlfriend with Testing Device - A Smutty Fanfiction, of Sorts - = Part 21 - Breast Laid...
This past summer, my boyfriend and I spent a few days in Southern Italy. We were in a café near Pompeii when I noticed this creepy guy staring at us for an uncomfortably long time. My boyfriend happens to be black. I am a fair-skinned blonde. I finally decided to go over and ask him if he had a problem with a white girl being in a relationship with a black g...
PROLOGUE I had always had a soft spot for Karen. She was my wife's sixty-two year old, maternal aunt. She was single, stood about 5 foot six and had a nice figure, which she never flaunted, but it showed through in the conservative style of clothing she wore. I had only ever seen her in jeans once and she had quite a cute behind. Her breasts were of a...
Nina Alvin stood on the deck of the Annie Mac, looking up at the rigging. Bonita sat on the top spur, her legs wrapped around the main mast. Moosie sat at his feet and looked up as well. He gave out one sharp bark. "Easy, bub," Alvin told him, "she's just fine." Bonita unhooked the tangled line and the sail fluttered down. Laura walked out of the boatho...
Alicia Moore was the devil in disguise – at least that's what the consensus of my High School buddies was. We weren't in the "in crowd," although we were among the smartest kids in the class and good athletes in "minor" sports (not football or basketball where the prestige was) but we all considered ourselves "late bloomers." To every heterosexual guy that I...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.*.* Yvette Wooten tittered as Lori Scott straightened in her chair, thrusting her shoulders back. She could hear th...
Over the next few days, John cajoled her into spending large periods of time in bed. His arousal at the thought of her naked, relaxed, and waiting for him spurred him to challenge himself during his workday. Then, when he returned home, he felt as though he had really earned a lovely reward. That afternoon, John smiled as he showered, scrubbing off the dirt...
Cooper awakened wearily to an all-consuming cold. A temperature so extreme it crept inside her body with icy fingers, wrapping around her bones and nerves with a numbing grip. Forcing her into a suicidal slumber as the hypothermia comforted her with a deceitful warmth. She slipped in and out of consciousness as a voice struggled to shake her from her final s...
The Teammates Once upon a time in Maine... As soon as her Econ 101 class was dismissed, Jennifer Faulkner bounded out of her seat, rushed down the hall, took the stairs in leaps, bolted out the door and ran as fast as she could across campus. The team roster had been posted since nine o'clock, but she didn't want to skip class so early in her first semes...