September 7, 2007 Rob had arrived home earlier than when he had told his new wife he would be back from his sales trip. They had been dating for four years before he asked her to marry him. That was three months ago, and he yearned to spend his well-earned time off with his wife. Then Rob heard the strangest of noises coming from their bedroom. Gently placi...
Bret leaned on the bar twirling the scotch in the glass, gazing into it intently. His buddy, Randy, perched on a stool on his left They had been there since they got off work, just talking and watching sports on the big screen TV. It was a usual Thursday evening. Bret's wife, Pat, was at yoga on Thursday evening so, instead of going home to an empty house, B...
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thi...
Warning-This story contains graphic descriptions of robosexuality. If you're not into that sort of thing then leave this page now. Reading the previous story isn't really required-there's a fair amount of recap. -Ax Tabiya – The standard moves in the opening of a Chess game. A formality before the real game begins. Terminator: Determination was displaye...
I extend a happy haunted Halloween to all. AGENT OF STALK IN L.A is the prequel to AGENT OF STALK IN PRAGUE. Whatever order you choose to read them in, both stories are self-contained, neither betrays the secrets of its sister tale, but I wrote the L.A. story second. PRAGUE was narrated from Clive Mercer's hardbitten point of view, but in L.A. I wanted Mer...
His first sensation was one of motion, of floating forward through no power or will of his own. Hot, humid air assaulted his face and chest and privates, which he suddenly realized seemed to be totally naked. The air was so moist and burning he could barely breathe. He noted that his body's lighter than air movement was not quite smooth, but rather jerky,...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. This story is a loosely based sequel to 'Fine Time' and 'Fine Time: Bollywood Redux', as well as 'She Wants To Be In The Business'. If you liked those stories, I hope you enjoy the next part in Lucy's journey. Consider this the thir...
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Hello Dear Readers.... I struggled with how to present this next story to you. I've riled a few of you up with the way I left some things dangling in the previous story. However, I hope that this gives you at least a partial resolution, and maybe lets you fall in love with Grigory a little more, as he is one of my favorite wolves that I've created. A new ch...
Chapter 1 I just have to cum. Two days of intense teasing is driving me insane. My legs are weak from the constant sexual stimulation, causing a river of goo to continuously flow down my thighs. The clip, attached to my painfully excited clit, has just stopped buzzing, leaving me teetering on the edge of an earth shattering orgasm. The tiny little elastic b...