The laughter filled the darkened street as the children ran up and down the laneways to each home. The air was crisp and clean, the perfect October evening. It had snowed just two days ago and some lawns still had white patches of the cold miserable fluff. Parents laughed and smiled, watching their children gleefully run up to a house to say the expected wor...
Hello everyone. This is my first submission, so I crave your indulgence. I do not like to write without trying to develop a convincing world and character for that. I hope I have done that here. Unfortunately due to that the page number of the submission has blossomed into much more than I initially intended. I did not set out to write a quick stroke story...
1 The sun rose and shined its beautiful light upon the campus town of The University of Texas. It was a Saturday, an elegant one at that where the neighbors of the school were walking their dogs, mowing their lawns, tending to their houses, and among others working out in the nice, warm, sun. Among the residence who took advantage of the nice, warm, weat...
I awoke Monday in a strange bed. I also awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Eggs don't seem to have an odor, unless they have gone bad. I expected to see Moseby in the kitchen, possibly dressed as a glamorous June Cleaver but alas the kitchen was empty. Well empty of humans anyway, I found coffee in the carafe of the coffee maker. It was also still turne...
Philip Johnson Prologue Sam and Holly were like most couples in their early thirties and living in South Bend, Indiana. Five days a week it was work, eat and sleep, with the occasional dinner out with friends. Weekends amounted to the typical home owner syndrome of chores here and there, and again, the occasional out for dinner and drinks with...
Edited by Over_Red ***************** I had just passed the werewolf that had nearly eaten me the night before. He had been browsing the stores on the promenade of the Springfield mall. I had managed to keep calm and get to my car without being spotted by the werewolf, although he had picked up my scent, scaring me shitless. Once behind the wheel of my In...
Sequel to What are the odds? Dear reader. This is set in Australia. We spell colour, with a 'u'. We have arses. We are sometimes arses. OK, most of the time we are arses. 'Shit' is one of our most versatile words. 'Fuck' is punctuation and sometimes 'Cunt' is a diminutive sobriquet. "Naw, lookit the little cunt." I'm sorry in advance for the legwork you may...
A warning to those guys whose insecurities and inadequacies are triggered by such things - this is a story that involves cuckolding in a loving relationship. It takes a little while to get around to the sex scenes, and this story turned out to be longer than I planned, but they do happen, and after all foreplay is important, even when the sex is only on th...
Titus and Beth had two good days together. They headed West on Alligator Alley towards Florida's gulf coast. Beth hugged Titus tightly for warmth as the weather was growing colder. She could have stayed in her bikini forever, but the farther north they got, the colder it would get. Titus wanted to stick to the south to stay with the warmer weather, but it w...
Author's Note: No Strings Attached is the second collaboration by MsCherylTerra and Bebop3. We hope you enjoy the story! Bebop3's stories can be found here. No Strings Attached Alex I stood at the doorway watching her. I don't like kids. I don't dislike them either, they simply don't exist in my day-to-day life so I don't really think about them much. B...