AUTHOR`S NOTE: This is the seventh chapter of a multi-part story. Please read the first six chapters before this one to understand the whole story. Please enjoy. Excitement and chaos were defining this evening. But it was a happy chaos, Brad thought, so that made it not as bad as it could have been. He quickly drew a deep breath as he recounted the events...
This was originally written as one long story. The break on the first page saying present day means the back story has caught up to the timeline that began in the first half page of Pt One. All chapters were submitted together so the others won't be too far away. Thanks again to Favored for his editing. ***** The next morning it was raining hard, I opene...
Mavka had been watching the entire proceedings from her balcony perch with some amusement. Her keen senses picked up everything. She could hear every whisper as the girls gossiped and debated the odds and placed bets on each other. She could easily read the marks on the large scroll, even from such a huge distance. The tallies of the odds, the failed results...
Casey cursed herself as she turned around to head back to the plane to retrieve her forgotten book in the pocket of the seat in front of her. While she was berating herself she dimly noticed that there weren't any stewardesses around, but being too busy fussing she completely over looked it. She found her way towards the back to her seat and went to grab her...
*An older (non-erotic) story of mine that's on my rewrite list. I wrote this with mostly cyberpunk influence in mind and the end which was the idea for the story. * Chapter 01 Terri watched the cars go by in the street lit up by streams of neon lights on either side. She sat on top of a graffiti covered utility cabinet next to a group of teenage punk girl...
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First I want to take a moment and thank all of my loyal readers. Without your support, I probably wouldn't still be writing. Thank you for all the great emails and positive comments. I hope the stories are what you are looking for and that you enjoy the extension to this short story I wrote a while ago. This story deals with Cuckolding, Interracial sex, and...
To all who read and commented on A World Of My Own, thank you. Your feedback was greatly appreciated. For those who asked that I continue that story I must apologize. I just kind of lost track of the plot and I just haven’t been able to get it back. Maybe this time will be better. All comments are welcome. Any advise on how to be a better writer will be acce...
The Daring dance dilemma is a sequel to "A surprising Sunday service" *** Mike was fucked. He knew it. He kept telling himself it had been too good to be true. It was pure fantasy. It had to have been a dream, and he needed to let it go before it ruined his life. But it had happened, hadn't it? The memories he had of her supple, complaint young body swea...
"Faraday him." Thale's eyes snapped open moments before the cage came down. Three dark figures around the bed were crouched low and held subtech weapons – knives, clubs, snub nosed stubguns, their boots. The one holding the cage slammed it down, the fibermesh mask snapping tight around his nose, his ears, his mouth. Thale felt the pressure of it against hi...