Introduction: this story was written to appeal to the more romantic-at-heart reader. Character development is explored to make the reader identify with the central characters. The plot takes precedence to the sex in part one. This is my first attempt at story writing. I will consider more parts in the future. If you want a quick stroke story, this may not be...
I have been asked by numerous people for Andrew's story. Once the 'right idea' sparked, I began this story that braids in and out of the More Than Just A Fairy Tale cast of characters. I'd like to thank my bevvy of readers, Mazuri, Mokkekle, Southern Sir and my dear partner Wolf for their help, encouragement and scratching at the door until I wrote this stor...
After a two-hour morning practice in the hot Texas sun with temperatures well into the nineties, most of the players withdrew into the air-conditioned locker room for a well deserved shower and rest. But typical for J.T.’s go-getter attitude and non-stop aim for perfection, he stayed late to run wind sprints. The usual cluster of paparazzi and fans lined alo...
A brush with mortality has a transformative effect (mf) Liam awoke as dawn broke. He sat up in the berth, braced his elbows upon his knees, and held his head in his hands. His sleep had been uneasy, disturbed by nightmares in which he found himself brawling with shadowy adversaries. He smelt his own cold sweat. Rising, he went quietly into the main cabin,...
Cassandra Star watched as Subject 84 endured the cycle of repeated orgasm and post-orgasm torture. His penis would be made hard, spasm as it shot it's full load, endure a "sensitivity check" from Marlena, and go limp again. Subject 84's body was going through a similar cycle. As Marlena brought him close, his muscles would go rigid, and his entire body would...
You are roused from sleep by a banging on the door. Checking your watch you see it is past noon. It was a heavy night last night and your head is throbbing. You remember you are the only one in the house, so you roll out of bed, throw on a dressing gown over your naked body and stumble to the door. In front of you is an old gypsy woman. "Sprig of lucky...
"God Bless America" I was in study hall at 8:47, at New Lebanon Jr./SR High school. New Lebanon lies just before the Massachusetts border, about 20 miles from Albany, the state?s capital. It is a jerkwater little town, and the only things in it are cows, pigs, cornfields, and two gas stations. One little supermarket where you could buy expired meat for a ch...
Another day. Another long day at the office. Another long day of yelling and arguing and tension you could cut with a knife. I was happy to just be headed home. I didn't even want to think about what was going on at home; with the wife and kids on a school night, there was not likely to be any concept of sanctuary or rest there, either. I considered it. I...
This is part 2 of a three part story, the story is complete and I am posting addition parts as time allows. Voting and comments will be turned on after part 3. Please read Lethal Weapon part 1 for this to make sense. ***** "Yes. . . If'n you're sellin' somthin'. . . we don't want none," the woman said, as she stared at him. He remembered that Amanda had...
After Mike left, I stood in front of my big mirror and stared at myself. I kept thinking of all the excuses I had given myself, and other people, about why I shaved my legs and liked wearing short shorts, skirts, high heels and stockings. All that had changed in a single afternoon, although the writing had been on the wall for a long time. Even before I had...