Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes of Hazzard, not making any money, just cheap thrills. Warnings: Angst, Non-Con, OOC, BDSM Rating: FRAO Bo felt better than he had in weeks. Thanks to Bert it looked like his nightmare was nearly over. For the first time since he'd awakened in his cell, cuffed to the bars, he felt more like himself. Driving home, he grin...
Serena and Sebastian walked side by side down the deserted beach -- this was not an isle well-known to humans, so Serena did not expect to meet anyone in their path. For that reason, they were naked, clothed only in the glow of the moon. Serena had decided it was time to visit the Pool of Secrets. Sebastian limped along beside her, still suffering from the a...
Living near the edge of the city can be a tedious thing, especially when you've been held up downtown at work for several hours past your schedule. And especially when it's after dark and busses no longer go all the way to your area. And especially when you make the terrible decision to take a shortcut through the bad part of the city. These things were mad...
Hello everyone! So even though this isn't actually the end of the story it might be the last chapter I post. I haven't started the next chapter at all because honestly I don't entirely have the motivation to do so for multiple reasons. Mainly it's because people don't seem to be liking the direction it's going and this originally was just supposed to be a th...
This story is part of a collection, "West of Boston." The stories can be read in any order. For Michelle, who helps this breathe Sometimes she crawls to him on all fours the length of the living room. She appears in a black merry widow, as stark black as her hair. Her breasts are pressed up and threaten to jiggle free. Her skin is pure alabaster against th...
It gets very cold in Wisconsin very fast after school starts. Many children find themselves wearing snow suits under their Halloween costumes. Luckily, most adults find better ways to stay warm. One brisk fall day I was taking a walk with my boyfriend Justin. It was a school day so we knew there wouldn't be many kids at the nearby park. The play structure w...
No New Voice Mail. The message flashed on the tiny screen of Saras' phone. She flipped it closed and set it on the coffee table, then stretched her legs out and rested her head on the arm of the sofa. She'd left messages with several people, and was waiting impatiently for any one of her calls to be returned. God, I'm horny. Why won't anyone call me back?...
(All persons involved in sexual activity are over 18 and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental) ***** Falling through the roof of a burning building, breaking my ankle, hip and a few ribs, was not what I had planned near the end of my career in the fire service, but it is the reason that I ended up retired at the age of...
ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS. Robin Rizzo stood beneath the porte-cochere at the entrance of the Long Island Convention Centre. She pulled her handbag close to her side, gripped her briefcase firmly, studied the sky, then lifted her wrist and checked the time. Five o'clock. The forecast called for no rain and she left her raincoat and umbrella at home in Val...
Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors and made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone. * * * If you haven't read Chapter 1, I suggest you do so—there's a lot of background material which you've missed. If you've read Chapter 1, as you recall, Michael visi...