A Star-Trek fanFiction *** All characters in this fictional offering are older than 18. *** "Captain are you alright?" Asked the ship's First Officer, Mr. Spock. James T. Kirk looked around, there was "Bones" McCoy to his left, "Scottie" was to his right, and Lieutenant... Oh my... How beautiful... Lieutenant Nyota Uhura was stunningly gorgeous and comp...
Sarah closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and swallowed the end of my cock. I groaned as she moved her head back and forth. Her tongue was so soft and warm against the underside of my shaft, licking just beneath the sensitive crown. The sound of her sucking and slurping only added to the incredible sensations. Opening her eyes wide, Sarah took me out of her...
AN: This chapter takes place two years after chapter one. Sarah adjusted her pigtails and made sure that her uniform fit just right. She needed to look perfect. She had never felt so nervous, not even during her dad's toughest cons. However, this was different. She was going on her first official mission for the CIA. She had spent the last two years attend...
The smell of wood and coffee filled the quiet house as Tammy slowly picked herself up from a plush couch. Daggers of sunlight blinded her eyes as she eventually got on her two feet. Her body ached, and she noticed a small pink bandage on her left leg. The terror and pain of last night shook her as she slowly tried to find the kitchen. In the distance, she sa...
Author's Note: Yes, this is written in broken sentences, randomly spoken phrases, but as you read it, you'll enjoy it. I hope. ~ Red I sat there watching them wondering what made me dislike them. Was it her perky smile? Was it his ability to look stupid while he told me how wonderful the weather would be, when in reality he'd be wrong? Maybe I didn't like t...
Phoebe smiled. "Soapy, I think I'm going to leave Nolan down there in the Kennel for another week." The now platinum blonde giggled, and her full breasts bounced a bit in the violet halter top. Soapy tried not to drool behind the counter. Damn she's looking good he thought, just like the tramps in my Narcotics Anonymous meetings. "But I thought your origina...
Every year I go to Las Vegas for a convention and it is always a good time. I eat like a king, drink like a fish and spend like Rockefeller. I usually meet up with friend while I am there and play a few rounds of golf and go to a few strip clubs too but this year none of my buddies could make it. I was kind of bummed about flying solo but it ended up being t...
This story is one a friend requested I write for him, I am not into this subject, but tried the best I could for him, Thank you for reading and have a great life. ***** Hello my name is John Gannon, I am 41, 6 ft. 175 lbs. I am the corporate manager for a major manufacturing company, we are nationwide with several offices. In our Naples Florida plant we ha...
Chapter 2 Into a Black Forest Night A pothole bounced her awake. Gretchen felt like hands pressed against her temple, squeezing and releasing. Strong hands like Wolf's. Not a headache exactly. More a painless throb. A canteen hung beside her cot, swinging as the vehicle swung it. Tape attached a note to it saying, "Drink this." The choking chemical dryness...
The doors jerked open, Vivian stepped out of her hotel bedroom again dressed in vintage perfection; an off the shoulder black lace figure fitted dress with a wide red patent leather belt and a pair of black patent leather ankle strapped Mary Jane's. She took a moment to transfer the stuff from the clutch into the dress matched lace purse with a silver chai...