This story is the seventh in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, mainly based on characters in the early Batman comics and that wonderful '60s TV series but with the timeline brought up to the present. Warning! This fictional story contains strictly ADULT content and is ONLY intended for mature readers and for personal consumption. No copyright infring...
I'd had this idea for a while but wasn't sure how to make it work. They I decided to set it in the confines of 'What Are Friends For?" and everything just came together. You shouldn't need to read that series to enjoy this, but it might help as a few characters and situations from it are mentioned. Also its a damn good story as far as I'm concerned. Enjoy!!...
Vicky Bali wasn't a normal resident of her small Ontario town. For one thing, most of her neighbors had lived in this part of the province for a good century or more. They were also generally Caucasian and members of some Christian sect or another. Well, her father was still a Hindu, proud of his Balinese heritage (from which he took a shorter and simpler...
The last customers of the day were waiting to get served. Terry stood behind his register, fingers slipping nervously as he tried to keep up with the demand. Next to him, Keira worked fast and elegantly, her shiny bob whipping around each time she turned to grab the burgers and drinks. It was how she always operated, by staying nice and relaxed. The slende...
(The following builds from an idea that germinated first in "Safety Dance" and grew bigger with my previous story, "The Lens" as part of the continuing erotic saga of Jack and Marion. I hope you enjoy and Star it up.) ***** The woman on the television screen moaned dramatically as the lovers switched into another gymnastic position and she impatiently stuf...
There exist few sounds as aggressive as the sound of weights clanging together, the harsh echo of metal striking metal. It is a barbaric sound that warns the faint of heart to stay away while beckoning true warriors to its call. That clanking metal was like a beautiful siren's song to Alyssa. The first time she heard the beautiful racket she was a teen, just...
The ranger, in his Smokey the Bear hat, put his pedal bike on the kick stand when he got close to me. A strong masculine outdoor type. Black short sleeved top did little to conceal the broad chest with pecs that must have developed over hundreds of pushups. His biceps were stretching the short sleeves. The mid-thigh black bike shorts were stretched taught ov...
Co-authors: KeepItHot and MenHeart *** Dane The ride from Grantley Adams International Airport to the St. Peter's Bay Resort is bumpy, but we are soon pulling up at the lobby of the resort. The butterflies in my stomach are fluttering on overdrive right now, and I have to admit that I am sweating just a little. But it's not from the 32C Barbados heat. I...
We had barely stopped arguing from the moment we'd arrived at the transfer station. I'd packed too many bags to carry; we were having the wrong lunch; no I hadn't packed a hairbrush for him because it's his goddamned hair not mine; bicker, bicker, snip, snap, squabble. He looked at me with an expression of, what was it, hate? No, not quite. It was worst than...
This story follows Getting Lost and They're All Crazy. If you read those first, you'll be more familiar Wy and Lost when you read this one. I'm planning this as a large work, submitting it in one chapter per month. There won't be sex scenes in every chapter, but these three characters do enjoy one another as frequently as possible. ;) Thank you, RNebular fo...