Tray tables rattled and the entire plane shook as it descended on our final approach to Las Vegas. I looked up from my book, catching expressions of shock on a handful of the first timers -- their dreams of a wild time in Vegas evaporated into visions of a shocking plane crash. My eyes went back to my book as I smiled to myself. The desert air frequently...
Copyright PennameWombat December 2018 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actua...
I was lucky enough to own my own business, not too bad for someone who was an art major in college. It wasn't glamorous, it wouldn't land me in the Fortune Five Hundred, but it satisfied me and I made a pretty decent living. Enough, in fact, that my wife didn't have to work if she didn't want to. That was exactly what she did for the first five years, but...
One - Lexi Sharon 'Shaz' Johnson purred and rolled over to give me a last, long, lingering kiss. There was still some residue of her husband Richard's cum on her cheek and there was certainly still plenty of it on mine. She glanced at him, kneeling on the floor next to the bed we were entwined upon, his once impressive erection now a thing of memory, a last...
Copyright PennameWombat May 2020 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual eve...
Part 1 "Here's some burnt connective tissue," she said, wiping a small grease splatter off her nipple and forking three strips of bacon onto Rod's plate. Before turning back to the stove she snapped off a piece for herself. Burnt connective tissue tasted so good sometimes, especially on a late winter morning like this. Her comment was playing to her vegeta...
Author's Notes: 'Satyr Play 2' is a continuation of my surprisingly well-received first attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. Obviously, I learned nothing from the first as, in this story, I continue to ride roughshod over preconceived notions and the 'established guidelines' of the genre. Mea Culpa. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the ba...
A novel by Christopher Scott Wagoner - "Damn you," Steve said, squinting his eyes to slits "you don't belong here. I'm going to to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurts." His fingers closed on the strand of wet, slippery gray hair. He yanked his arm downward but the pale invader's coat of moisture proved too much for his grip. Cursing, he tried seve...
Author's Notes: 'Jack's True Calling' is the sixth story in the saga of Jack Danner. Minimal effort is made in this tale to explain the backstory so it is highly recommended you read the first five stories in the following order: Jack's New JobJack's New PositionJack's Daily GrindJack's Wage Slavery Parts 1 & 2Jack's Snow Day All characters engaging i...
Prologue I am ninety-nine years old and tomorrow is my birthday, so I will be a hundred years old in the morning. The big ten-0! I have all my faculties and even my own teeth! What I don't have is all the dear ones I have known in my life. My daughter Polly is now gone and her daughter Jenny too. As for her daughter, my great granddaughter Polly, she is...