Fiction - Page 141

Laura tugged at my jeans as she unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down over my throbbing cock. I lifted my hips allowing her to pull the stiff material over my hips and to my thigh. My white cotton briefs bulged from my hardened cock. With her righ...

Our Honeymoon The day after I married the love of my life, we drove to our honeymoon destination in the Pocono’ s. We chose a small honeymoon resort because we were on a tight budget. When we arrived the place looked a little run down b...

Research. In a shitty motel room. While Dean is off doing God knows what. Or worse, God knows who. This is the life of Sam Winchester. But tonight something is going to happen to Sam. Something he doesn' t expect. He' s about to get a visi...

The shelves tower up from the floor reaching like trees toward the tiles and florescent lights of the ceiling. Placed end to end, they' d probably stretch on for miles. Miles and miles of knowledge in a single facility. His own, personal versi...

Need. Have you ever needed someone so bad you could taste it? Has the burn of whiskey or the warmth of just any body ever not quite been enough? Need has been building in Dean Winchester for a while. And the closer he gets to checking out, t...

The following day she found herself in the same room again, the same black walls and floor. .. and the same red chaise lounge. She looked around but he was out of sight and she couldn’ t help shaking in fear and wonder what his twisted mind had...

Dean slapped her hand away from his belt buckle. " Babe, not right now, " he chided. " I' m driving. " " So? You can multitask, " she cooed, ignoring the rebuke and reaching again for the belt, this time managing...

Surprisingly, she wasn’ t in her cage or on the rack anymore. She was in a large room with no windows and a single door. She tried to open it, but it was locked and there was nothing around she could use to break the lock open. She turn...

Jo slid the cleaning rod down the barrel of the rifle and sighed, breathing deep the smell of gun oil and metal. It was a scent that had, until recently, always reminded her of her father, the roadhouse and the other hunters. Sometimes, it even re...

Sam watches with a frown as his brother drains his beer bottle, signals the waitress with a brief smile and points asking for another. His eyes narrow in concern, but he says nothing. It' s been this way the closer he gets to Hell - less conve...

Callie' s cell rings, nearly startling Sam right out of the bed. She snickers and reaches for the phone. " Hello? " she says sleepily. She straightens almost instantly. " Where? . .. Are you sure? . .. Alright, I' ll be the...

This is my first story btw and all this is made up from a boys perspective I' m 16years old and a horny little bastard. Today I started my vacation for 2 weeks on an island. . I went with my brother Chris who is 12 years old. And my...

I woke up early with the morning sun shining threw my window. Shit I mumbled to myself as I looked at the clock, 7: 15 . I rolled out of bed And went into the bathroom amd and took a long hot shower. After getting dressed I walked down stairs and i...

I woke up early, before the sun. Laura had rolled over sometime during the night, and was facing away from me. I could feel the cold on my face, and in the dim twilight, could make out my breath it was so cold. I put my feet on the cold floor of t...

In The Wake of a Nymphomaniac Part 1 By John Morrison I was on my way home from work. It was just after six in the evening. I was a few blocks from home, my wife would hopefully have dinner ready soon. The radio switched to comme...

Jen put on her skin-tight, black workout-leggings over a thin thong. A sports bra and tight sports top followed as she examined herself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of her bedroom door. As she adjusted her hair with flicks of he...

Chapter 1 Early Morning The sun had started to rise, a glint of orange on the horizon; slowly creeping across the land, awakening birds who started the morning chorus and other wildlife that awoke to make their way out to their daily h...

Important note from the author: This is the second part to my last story, Inside Me. You have to read the first part, Inside Me, to be able to appreciate this so please do. This is not a stroke story and if you read it as one, please do not...

Act 1: Meet Lizzy the Large " If you want anything from me, you just have to ask for it. Then I' ll see if I do it or not" that' s what Lizzy Pompeia says whenever someone asks things like " Ca...

It was just past two o' clock, on a hot summer afternoon, as Mark pulled himself up out of the water and onto the deck of the swimming pool. The pool water had felt refreshing after the job of mowing the lawn was over and Mark figured it was a...