Melanie closed her umbrella as she stepped into the back entrance of the coffee shop where she worked, placing it into the narrow can near the door where someone who worked there insisted it was a trash can and kept spitting their gum into it. Judging from the pink wad she extracted from the can last time, it was a coworker who still chewed bubblegum. She wa...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to the CONTACT tab in my profile. Thank you...
Growing Pains Author's Notes: This chapter wouldn't have been possible without my lady love, beta reader Thornfoote and my faithful editor bikoukumori. For your help, support, input and tireless editing passes I offer my thanks. All participants in sexual activities are adults in their respective species. * * * * Thick, warm mud sucked at the soles of h...
I remember three key details from when I first saw her: her hair; what she wore; and an overwhelming feeling that I would get to know her. I had no idea who she was, and though I could tell she was attractive, right then and there I didn't feel an overwhelming physical attraction to her looks. What I did feel, however, was an attraction to her in a manner be...
Author's Note: This is part four of five of Finding Home. Things are looking up after Lacey and Noah return from Montreal, but the added stress of Sean and Rick's upcoming wedding begin to take a toll. While Finding Home can be enjoyed on its own, it is a sequel to the original story, Runaway, and its epilogue Waking Up. The story will be posted in five pa...
Author's Note: There is quite a bit of plot in this one before the smut starts, so...fair warning. This story contains: (Some) Non-consensual, (Gentle) Femdom, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Hot Dragon-on-Human Action, and Cherry-Cheese Danishes. Okay, maybe not so much of the latter. __________________________________________________________ Tibor Sarkany was beg...
Kokona didn't know why she was still standing there. Just how long had it been since the storm had passed? At the top of a hilly ridge, a building stood in ruin. Once, it was a temple, a home, a sanctum. Now, it was nothing. Wooden walls had been dashed into twigs and splinters, stone columns had been toppled over, rooms caved in on themselves, and possess...
Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells (WMD = Winter Men's Dilemma; My own irreverent spin on the BBC mythology) This story is NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY! Once you go Black, you don't go back...unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl/guy who...
Ana is -- and always has been -- her own woman. She doesn't need trends, popularity or silly sentimentality. She has also learned the hard way that she doesn't need a man. Any man. She knows herself well and doesn't want to be like everyone else; she doesn't crave what they have. Leo is a musician that sings about the kind of love that Ana scoffs at. His w...
This is a long story of mine that I've been working on for quite some time now. If you spend the time to read the whole thing, please leave a comment or at least rate it. Enjoy. "So Doc, ahh crazy question - is it possible to be um, like, addicted to a person?" It was a crazy question and Tom was somewhat embarrassed by even asking it, but it was a ques...