Amy Benson needed a man in her life, and she needed one badly. It had been almost a year since she had last gotten laid and she even had to replace her vibrator last month. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend tonight, not really. All she wanted, all she needed, was a good fucking by a man. If something would come of it, then great. If not, at least she would...
Doctor Malcolm St. Graves felt out of his element. Blood soaked through his white suit; pain soaked through his skin. His breaths came in ragged gasps. He fought his way through the smoke, through the endless dark and realized he was lost. The old man ran his hands through his bloody, sweaty hair. Damn! He had never seen his plans fall apart so rapidly. Th...
"Mummy, let's go." The kids were getting restless. As much as they had enjoyed the party at Sharon's house, they were looking forward to the trick or treat bit. Sharon smiled somewhat exasperated. I suppose she was happy that her contribution to the day was coming to a close now also. It had been a long day already, a long week for that matter. Halloween w...
If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you. There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow. * The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I...
Knowing Sembene as very stable and dedicated to her father's well-being, and more importantly, aware of the world of magic and its influence on people, she decides to risk the former. Something bad must have happened at her father's, probably involving Vanessa, this may be their chance. She opens the door, and sees Sembene recognize her, then pull a knife...
Sometimes I hate him. It's a strange feeling, particularly because I often feel like he is my only ally. He knows me, inside and out. He senses my feelings. He has experienced what I have. He knows what bitterness, betrayal and hatred tastes like. On mornings like this, when I wake before the alarm and nothing can help me fall back asleep, I watch him. I h...
Once upon a time in the small Village of Neverwell there lived a girl. She was not powerful, or beautiful. She wasn't anything remarkable really. She was a simple plain girl. Her name was Kourtney, but often times she refused to go buy her full name and requested that those around her call her Kourt. There weren't very many people in the village, there were...
Smokey Saga #57: "Do You Trust Me?" (lesbian version) ***** This is a polished-up gay girl rendition of a story from 2014, my first tribute to Halloween. Lately, this is one I've been wanting to try to "Sapphize." About half the first fifty Sagas are hetero stories, featuring gents as main characters alongside the ladies, and because of character/plot poin...
Wow. It has been entirely too long. My only excuse is my daughter, who is almost constantly looking for a way to cause trouble. I'm constantly chasing her going "No Kemi, don't hit the dog with that. Stop Kemi, don't put that in your mouth, ear, or nose . Kemi, stop banging that toy against your skull." So as you can see I am very busy trying to make sure my...
"Horror stories show that the control we believe we have is merely an illusion." -Clive Barker *** Getting out of the car, Herb looked at the house and whistled. "Are you sure this dame's not a real witch?" he said. Herb's wife shushed him. "What kind of a question is that?" "A good one. Just look at this place." The old iron gate around the property's...