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...
Copyright © PennameWombat August 2020 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 actua...
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...
CHAPTER 1 The office party was pretty tame. No babe threatening to strip or a couple not unable to wait to reach broom cupboard. Just people in groups, chatting and some looking bored. The music started and two pairs of women, probably not gays but who knows these days, began dancing, guys looking at them, minds ticking. "Ryan are you thinking of dancing?"...
Chapter 1 1980. A new decade. A few months, maybe a season, the fall, had come and gone since Clinton Street south of Houston had been busted twice and closed. Where once the diverse underbelly of junkies, the punks and suits, men and women, young and not so young, could line up a block over and wait their turn to dash across Clinton to the door they heard...
A little more than a year had passed since Jill and I had been to the cabin. In the months directly after, we actually talked little about it and reveled in each other. But later, not that we weren't enough for each other, our experience there began to dominate our fantasy play. Intensely. We'd had serious conversations about what else we, or, I, rather, w...
I would like to apologize in advance to my readers. In the retelling of this story it sort of took on a life of its own. Normally my tales are fairly brief and concise, this one however seemed only to grow as I put pen to paper. (Figuratively speaking). Since it did turn out to be rather long I have decided to break it down into several smaller portions both...