I'm going to start this guide off by saying what I often say when I start explaining to civilians how they should go about hunting various paranormal threats that threaten mankind. I hope you are reading this for entertainment. I hope you don't believe there are really werewolves out there and that right now you are smiling as start reading this work of fict...
6th of February, 1996 It was snowing lightly. I remember the way the frost gripped the masonry at the west of the church, making it slanted in the morning shadows. The birds never sung in this sort of cold; it was as if God had silenced them until he saw fit to warmth the earth and their dry throats. The east of the graveyard overlooked the fields, flat and...
It was too nice a day to pass up. I telephoned you, and gave you ten minutes to be outside your front door. Besides anything you might otherwise want, you were to grab a pair of hiking shoes, a cute little innocent bra and matching underwear. Outer clothing was entirely up to you. Nine minutes later, I pulled up in front of your place. You bounced down the...
"Look at me, I'm drenched." Delilah stood beside me, her hair and shoulders wet from the pouring rain. Her blouse was clinging wet to her breasts, the lacy cups of her brassiere, also wet, curved shadows on her skin, revealing everything. It was cold and her nipples were hard. I looked away. "This thing, it is useless, completely broken." She showed me a be...
Geoff sprinted through the darkness, darting from tree to tree, sweat dripping down his cheeks. Branches snagged at his clothes and hair, yet he endured it. He knew he ought to tread lightly in order to hide his tracks, but it was impossible at the pace he was keeping. The orcs would be on his trail by daybreak. Gods forbid they pursued him through the nig...
I married a Malaysian Chinese girl when I was in college. She was still relatively innocent, although just barely, having sucked a few guys' cocks, and even let the last guy before me fuck her ass several times. She was still a virgin though, and her pussy stayed amazingly tight throughout the years we were together. Sometimes stereotypes work in surprisin...
Kimmy Meets Her Darling at the Diplomatic Club DISCLAIMER:The following story is a work of fiction. Any similarity between any actual events or any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental. * * * * * String gloves. Auntie Antonia made these string gloves just for Kimmy to wear to her first face-to-face meeting with a man she had fallen in love wi...
This is a fictional piece. It has been written in first person for more impact. ***** Hi, my name is Cheryl (or ... maybe I changed it and some of the details so my parents wouldn't be hurt - you get to determine). This is a story where I changed my attitude - and my life (and I'm so glad I did) Growing up I was occasionally the 'perfect' daughter - doin...
Jill Chapter 6: The Reunion The rain smashed into the plane and the turbulence increased. Suddenly, the plane dropped several feet. Screams and shrills came from all directions and then silence flooded the cabin. Over the load speaker, the captain said we would be landing in Dallas within the next few minutes. He explained there was no need to worry because...
Margaret stood inside the booth surrounded by a myriad of crafts while people around her milled about and perused her wares. She wore a long flower print cotton dress with a high neck line befitting her surroundings at the church fair. The conservative dress, despite the high neck line, did little to hide her huge f cup breasts and her dark areola were somew...