1. It took me two years to finish this story. But I couldn't let down creatures that "bump" in the night. 2. If you like The Darkly Stranger, or Marcy's Playground, or any other M. J. stories, please check out my author page for some new special information. 3. Strap in for an original, creative, mind-blowing ride. Here's everything you need: risk, lust, l...
A huge thank you to my editor Tex for his magic touch and editing expertise! The jet was flying over Texas on its way to Mexico City, carrying Dante and Lily and their Royal Pack retinue. Returning from the Mont Royal Pack in Montréal, they'd stopped for a few weeks at the O'Connor Compound to rest up after their recent battle against the Quebec Pack. Dant...
White Buddha: Portrait of an ESL Teacher in China "Melvin..." "Where was he from?" "Portland, Oregon." "That's weird." "It's a weird place..." "But he hated Portland, like, really, really hated Portland, always shitted on its hipsters, and politically correct, passive aggressive people..." "He certainly was not passive aggressive." "Wasn't he...
I hope this story is totally fictional. It involves some pretty weird themes, but everything mostly turns out okay. Sort of. Mostly. It was fun to write. As always, you can easily enjoy this whether or not you've read any of the rest of my stories. I've posted it here as an entry in Lit's Halloween contest, so please check out all the other entries and v...
Sorry for the long wait on this one. To be honest I didn't think I had a part two in me. Guess I was wrong. Hope you like the story. Thanks Lostindavoid ***** Chapter One Wishing For Wings He judged the distance from his hotel balcony to the one adjacent to his. He stretched his arm out as far as he could but even with his longish limbs he couldn't touch...
Chapter 21: Arion I woke up in Hera's bed with her naked body pushing into my side. This is a dangerous thing to do to a man with a piss fat as she found out when I turned her over and ploughed into her without as much as a tweak of a nipple or a rub of her twat. She didn't need it, she was dripping wet. "Why is it we always start our fucks with a violent...
Author's Note: This was requested by one of my readers. Read the tags before continuing. ***** The pole was icy against her skin. It cut through the skimpy clothes she wore like a dart through paper, defeating the purpose of her thong and bikini top, but still she kept moving. Her arms slid along the metal, down her body, across the arc of her hips, then b...
The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. Washed-out blue, like the water under clouds far out to sea, framed by the auburn waves of her hair and the slight dusting of freckles on her cheeks. She ordered a cinnamon cafe latte, to go. Full cream milk, no sugar, nothing else, just the latte. She was dressed in leggings, boots, and a flatteringly-tight...
All companies, businesses, people and places described in this story are fictionalized. This chapter reads like a romance story and there is no sex in it. Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing, without his help my story would not have ever got out into the ether. This is the last chapter of the story; I do not plan to write more. I hope I tied up all loo...
All rights reserved. No part of this novella may be reproduced without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations with credit to M.J. Roberts. Copyright © M.J. Roberts 2015. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OLD. This story won first place in Literotica's 2015 Summer Lovin' contest. If you like it, please make sure to give it...