His scent...I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: "Y...
This is a tale about fantasies involving the past and the mysterious creatures in the forest, who roamed the ranges of a sparsely populated region. The myths about wolves and werewolves are always linked to the shadowy forests. The historical background of the German nation building and the drive for wolf extinction is following facts rather closely. *****...
Readers, this is a fictitious story told in the first person. If you're looking for a piece of work to get a quick jerk-off job, I can save you the time and assure you that this story isn't it. It takes time to set the stage for the erotica later. Still, it's more of a love story with some erotica mixed in. My wife, Carol, was amazing in so many ways. Tho...
"USS Surefoot-A, Captain's Log, Stardate 49589.99, Captain Esek Hrelle, Commanding: we are rejoining the Fleet near the Sherman Sector, to provide ambulance and rescue support in the war against the Klingons. Along the way we stopped off at Starbase 154 to make a few cosmetic and engineering modifications, stock up on supplies, and most importantly, to colle...
Authors note: Hello everyone. Well this is the second last chapter and I hope you enjoy the climax of this story! Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they continue to mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie. ***** Maria stood on the tarmac facing...
Hi guys, this is my first story, and hopefully not my last. I have yet to decide whether to continue this story or leave it as is, I left it open ended. Your comments will decide whether to continue or not. I would like to thank my wife for her editing. She is not a member, but is a great support. Enjoy. April 30, 1972 Heather Brookes looked up from wher...
It's not that I don't have a sense of humor. I have a sense of humor. When she told me what she was doing, I was repulsed at first; I laughed later, an inevitable concession to the irony of the situation. It was funny—in a way. I understand why she thought so at least. She must have known, too, that I knew all along. She must be laughing because I walked r...
When he told her not to worry about packing, "...we can get whatever you need over there..." she wasn't sure whether that meant 'Don't pack anything at all,' or just pack the minimum she would feel comfortable with. She decided to put a few toiletries she couldn't do without into a small carry-on and hoped that would be right. The buzzer rang. "Ms. Adams? W...
Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived. The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place." Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not second...
Prologue Amanda Willock watched the various trees as her father drove to their new home. Washington didn't look too bad, Amanda decided with a sigh. At least the scenery was pretty. "You'll be fine," Karen said, looking back at her daughter. "This is our last move for the next five years. Your father and I want to stay here for your graduation from high sc...