Chapter 12: Surrounded Author's Note: This chapter takes place immediately after the events of Chapter 11. The war drums are beating and Jack, Greg, and the rest of the Javans are about to be attacked by the Andalucian clans. Enjoy! ***** All at once, a rousing barrage of gunfire cascaded from the heights of the plateau into the oncoming rush of attackers...
Alex waited for the blue orb to answer him, before it faded out completely. After a few more minutes the voice piped up again. "Outside of Romus along an empty path between here and Neisa. That is all I can say for it all that I know." The light then disappeared leaving Alex a mess. He didn't know whether to be happy to know where to find answers or pissed...
"Finish up what you're doing, Fleming. Descent Prep starts in T minus two-forty." Flight's voice came over the station's public address system, echoing around the long circular outer corridor. "How does he...ooo, fuck yes, nnhh...always know? ...oh yes. Fuuuck!" Fleming's voice rose with a squeal of delight as Jonah pushed hard into her sweet cunt, pulling...
**** Author's Note: Okay this is a long one but it's a tribute piece to Harddaysknight's "Carry That Weight." My sincere thanks to HDK for giving me his permission to offer my continuation to his story. Warning: This is a tribute piece so if you don't like HDK stories, you'll probably hate this one! As a tribute story I try to stay consistent with the auth...
PART 2: The Media ***SATURDAY*** Last night's blowjob had been alright. Nicole was enthusiastic, but clearly she was a novice. I spent half the time trying to avoid her teeth. And when I came, despite my warning, she choked and wasn't able to swallow anything. But if at first you don't succeed... And so I awoke this morning to find Nicole's head bobbing u...
(Author's Note: I would like to thank my friend Allan for providing the inspiration for this story.) * The events leading up to the attempted rescue of Edmund Kent and his fellow flashers seemed to occur as if within one single frame of time that rushed by in a dreamy kaleidoscopic montage of faces and landscapes, none of which seemed part of normal time...
Philip Johnson Prologue Sam and Holly were like most couples in their early thirties and living in South Bend, Indiana. Five days a week it was work, eat and sleep, with the occasional dinner out with friends. Weekends amounted to the typical home owner syndrome of chores here and there, and again, the occasional out for dinner and drinks with...
"Get that down you," Suzi said, "and tell me all about it." Linda took a long swig of the chardonnay, and sighed. Where to begin? The trouble was she had so much going on, and none of it was really a problem, on its own. There were no real money problems to speak of. Yes, she was doing two jobs - part-time at the school, and these occasional PR events with...
It takes a little while for this story to unfold -- as for most of my stories. The characters grew out of a phrase I read in another story here on this site, 'Valentines for Adam', written by Jason Clearwater, in which Adam so nicely defines the terms 'waif' and 'stray'. I'm happy to be able to use the definitions here with his blessing. I'm also grateful to...
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...