Alpha Leo Volkov's POV I smiled when I saw Adrienne's car parked next to the pole barn. She hadn't called me back or replied to my texts, but I knew I'd see her soon. We pulled my new truck into the extra-deep stall, the extended-cab pickup truck easily fit inside the garage with room to spare. Mike came around and got the scooter out, helping me slide down...
Here's chapter 2 of Dynamite. Please check out the previous chapter if you haven't already. If fantasy and weird stuff isn't your cup of tea then please pop in to read A Secret Revealed, instead. Futa warning, obviously. I'd like Dynamite to be more involved with my readers, so here's your chance to request a custom character. Dynamite is something small for...
Warning -this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this story or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories f...
The story so far: debt-ridden Sissy Blane's first obligatory date with Mr. Plumrose is about to take place. '...there's nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.' The truth of the old saying occurred to me as I awoke on the fateful Friday and was surprised to discover that I was looking forward to the events of the coming evening. Arising from my bed f...
She was usually such a “good girl.” But sometimes, she enjoyed a little naughty kink. And when she did, she was a really, really good girl…depending on how you looked at it. When she was at her naughtiest, she enjoyed playing with her nylon collection. She had a lot of different nylon items, and a bunch of it was typical. Though she only had the highest qua...
This is a sequel to "A Keyholder's First Week." It's recommended, but not necessary to read that story first. *** Jason and Beth had just finished an early dinner. Jason had dinner ready by 5 because Beth had told him that she had some mysterious plans for the evening. She didn't actually say mysterious; she just didn't say what the plans would be. Jason w...
Summer arrived, and Washington was in a ferment. Civil rights protests in the South were in the news and Lyndon Johnson was taking on the Ku Klux Klan, while antiwar professors were taking on the President over his escalation of the Vietnam conflict. And dog lovers were still up in arms over the photo of him the year before, lifting his beagle Him by the ear...
Hello, 'Claire' again with a short, confessional mid-1990's narrative that, up until now, I've told no one, probably because I'm not especially proud of it. The subject matter here may be considered by some to be disgusting; the reader is forewarned. The names, as always, have been changed. Afterward, I felt like a babysitter who had violated one of her sl...
The sound of the door brought Jemima to her senses from the sleepy state of relaxation that had fallen over her as the afternoon progressed like a starting pistol to an athlete and in a second she was up off the sofa and on her feet. The suite they had paid for in the hotel was in reality little more than a hallway, bathroom and a tiny kitchen with a sofa an...
It was my first summer living in the Bay area. Aside from my brother and his family who had moved out this way before me, I really didn't know anyone since I started my new job as a marketing manager and writer a few months earlier for a Silicon Valley firm. "You need to get out, meet people, date," my brother said after dinner one night. "There's so much t...