Author's note: Virtually no sex this installment. Siobhan goes into business and gets pulled into politics. Chapter 17 – Office Politics The dinner in White Plains would echo for years. I am very glad I had no true understanding of the importance, because even Dr. Richards might have frozen. That said, it had little impact in Hanover. There is a reason hi...
Chapter 2 Cannon Fire Chantel and I share a lot more than sex When I came to, Chantel was lying beside me, smiling, and Darnell was reclining against the headboard—still trying to get his breathing under control. I could smell Chantel’s cunt spray on my face, taste D’bone’s cum in my mouth, feel my own cunt juice leaking out of me and running into the crac...
(I owe the setting and initial ideas for this story to The Armageddon Virus RP forum. And, I owe all of Strig's entries to my main RP partner. He has given consent to list his posts thus.) ************************************ More than two centuries from now, in the year 2222, Earth has been ravaged by the biochemical agent now referred to as the Armaged...
Howdy, everyone. Thanks for stopping by and taking a read of our story. I say "our" because this story isn't just about me; it's about my three wives, too. Let me back up: This is a continuation of a story that begins with "Spring Break" and "Weekend Getaway". If you haven't already, I suggest you check those out first, but if not, here's the short version...
Snake's POV "Mitch, do you have those wolves on camera?" "I do for now, but they are heading into the State Forest. Wait... they are out of view now." I was at once relieved and apprehensive, I didn't want them here, but they had protected Vivian effectively. "Keep watching," I told him. Viper moved into the clearing but had his hands up to the others. "...
It was Saturday night. It was 10:40, and James was sitting in his living room ... in the dark. Because it was better, in the dark. And, in his most comfortable chair; his black leather, well-padded armchair, James was sitting in front of the mirror ... waiting. Waiting, for the mirror to begin its next 'broadcast'. There was an eerie white light, all...
The day was finally done and Dawn wanted to get home. It was Wednesday and Master always emailed her one Wednesday. She ran into the house and sat down in front of the computer, waiting impatiently for it to sign on. Finally, she got to her mail and sure enough, there it was. When she opened it, she really had a surprise. Slave, after our last meeting I ha...
This story is definitely not politically correct. It is an only slightly exaggerated story involving a sub-culture that lives in public housing estates in the outer suburbs of Australian capital cities, in this case Sydney. I hasten to add that the people depicted in this story are in no way indicative of all Australians, or even all public housing residents...
This is a tale of science fiction I wrote a few months ago. It doesn't have a main character, it is composed of little scenes telling the story of the sexy invasion of earth by the Amazon Vampires from Mars. It takes place in the near future after a terrible war has changed the face of the world as we know it. It's one of my first published works. I hope yo...
This is an entry to the 2014 Winter Holidays Contest. Contains MFM group sex, BDSM, a touch of exhibitionism, mentions of bisexuality and fried chicken, and far too much drinking. Self-edited so apologies for any errors. Please vote and comment. *** There's a standard joke when the UK is hit with cold weather - that we're utterly unable to cope. Even a sp...