Celebs: Erika Christensen, Scarlett Johansson. Codes: FF, oral, spank. Introduction: Welcome. The story you are about to read is not true, even if its characters are based on real people. The author has nothing to do with these real people, other than being their fan. The real people do not act like this in real life. This story is nothing but a fantasy. I...
Wherein our hero, Davy, continues his vagabond RV adventure through Midwestern campgrounds but feels a pull westward. --------------------------------------------------- "I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds..." I awoke to the sound of guitars. I'd slept for nearly two ho...
None of the events in the story actually occurred. It's all fiction folks. "Found it yet?" I asked urgently, rustling through a box of my hardcover collections. "Not yet Jake-O," replied Laura, looking through my hallway closet. "You find it Mila?" "Not up here," she replied, popping her head out from the attic door. "Remind us both again Boy Wonder, w...
My name is Bryan Andrews, and I'm thirty-two years old. I have dark brown hair and eyes, stand 6"3' and weigh just under 230 pounds. I've never been married because I think that some women my age are full of shit sometimes. As God as my judge, I truly understand that most of them have been hurt by one man or another in their lives; but it doesn't give them t...
Shayna kneaded her temples with her thumbs. Words swam together on her white screen. Had his name been Carl of Clark? She cycled a breath. Her small breasts rose and fell. Cark. It had been Cark. She flipped through her notes. Lewis and Clark. Wind beyond her window let out a loud howl. The pane rattled. A heartbeat squall splashed against the pain....
Author's note: Hello again! I've been a bit slower at getting this chapter out, due partly to a bout of bad health and not wanting to a repeat of what happened with the last chapter. That brings me to my second point of address; I realised too late (due to my own silliness) that I left behind some errors in the last chapter which may have confused some o...
Even though this was the caliph's youngest daughter and therefore least important, the caliph spared no expense but for the quick notice. The palace was turned inside out to be decorated. Julian supposed he didn't blame the caliph for rushing their wedding. He was beginning to get nervous jitters. Sometime that morning he had realized he didn't even know hi...
Part I May 10th Sara Wood kept to the shadows, tried to blend in; failing that she would simply disappear into the nameless warrens of the city. Sara Wood was an expert on urban camouflage, at falling through the cracks in whatever systems there were left to deal with girls like her. There was no home for Sara Wood, there never had been. There had been fos...
I am Susie O'Connell and I asked Howard to add this story about Colleen to his story of Trish. I was going to write about part of this story but thought it best to have Howard tell the whole story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Howard Duncan. I am 19 and am about to begin my second year at the local community college. This is the story of Colleen Mu...
Stepping into the gathering was like being pushed under a waterfall of sound. The Cocktail Party Effect was operating at full power. Everyone was talking at the top of their lungs ... and voices. Trying—and failing—to out-talk their neighbors in the crowded rooms. Your ears automatically try to tune out the din, but, with each person trying to out-shout all...