Warning! There is a wereshark who has a double penis, and there are some dark scenes as well. Everyone is over eighteen years old. No animals were hurt to write this story, there is no bestiality, and there is consent. Pearl Island Amber gripped on to the scuba diver instructor's shoulders with one hand and reached out to steady herself as he thrust himse...
Author's note: Thanks to everyone who read the previous parts! After a bit of a hiatus from writing I'm glad to see people still enjoy my stories. This chapter has less action compared to the previous two but will serve as a build-up for the upcoming events. ---------------------------- The girl in front of Thomas was standing with her arms crossed. She w...
Some would say that Greg Perry was a cold fish. But he wasn't. He was passionate about so many things. It was just that he never lost his temper. If he raised his voice it wasn't passion or anger, it was a purposeful decision to raise his voice, to underline whatever he was saying. But, he was a kind, fair-minded and loving man. His main passion by far was...
Tales from Behind the Bar # 1: On the Radio Hey good evening how ya doin? Welcome to the Midnight Bar and Grill. I’m Sam the owner. My wife and I built this place from nothing 15 years ago. I think she’d be proud of it now God rest her soul. Anyway Mr. Bishop told me to expect you from time to time. I see you already got your notepad and pencil ready. He se...
In 1886, the summer heat in Charleston was mild for a late July afternoon. Thomas walked up the steps to his Aunt's house with a feeling of remorse. Knowing his summer was almost over Thomas had a solemn expression on his face when he reached the top step and the front door opened for him. Not only was his summer lost to time, but also his fond memories of h...
My parents had left town for the week and I meant to have alot of fun. Little did I know where that fun would be found. I had been home for most of the summer after my first year of college and I was a little tired of some of my parents house rules. It wasn't that they were outrageous, they just made me feel like a little child. They wanted to always know...
Chapter 1: What Happened Last Night? The pain in my head was the first sensation to arouse my senses, a throbbing, dull ache reminiscent of a cheap champagne hangover. I groaned, beginning the mental calculations of figuring out exactly what I had done last night to warrant the hellacious day I was obviously about to have. I yawned, extending toes and finge...
Thank you for taking the time to read this story. Also, an enormous thanks to Claire for all of the editing assistance. Just an FYI. This started with a premise and a dog. The turn it took in chapter two surprised me as much as it irritated some. I simply wrote what passed by as the "movie" played. There have been complaints about the flashback scenes, no...
As you walk through the city with a sad expression on your face due to your breakup with a woman you thought you would spend the rest of your life with that just minutes ago cheated on you and the only thing you want right now is alcohol to wash your pain away with it. Once you reach the bar you you ask the bartender for some whiskey and and he notices the s...
The Las Vegas Convention Center wasn't as big as you thought it'd be. It seemed...smaller than its reputation had demanded. Though, to your disappointment, most things in Vegas turned out to be smaller than its reputation. Your friend had practically forced you to join him on the trip down, then he got his ass too drunk to move, then too hungover to get out...