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Micky pushed open the front gate and looked around the yard. There were pink begonias blooming in flower boxes on either side of the stoop. They were fat-petaled, lovely. The garden surrounding the house was healthy, too: roses, tulips, even a few clutches of impatiens here and there. Micky climbed the stoop and dropped his baseball bat…
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This is the second entry in the Friction series. This series is designed primarily as a heavily eroticized alternative to some of my more plot-driven work. If you like this series and want to see more of it, let me know in the comments. Warren, the agent, had a big white smile and tweezed eyebrows….
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I ask you to punish me and I’m surprised when you say no because I don’t realize that the punishment has already begun. My typewriter keys are the only noise besides the refrigerator humming behind my head while I sit on the floor, waiting for your text message to light up the dark kitchen. I…
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So just to be absolutely clear: this is not a story about bestiality. It also contains themes of domination/submission, and a generally kinky atmosphere. If that’s not your thing, that’s cool. “He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” -Samuel Johnson Firio arrived at the party…
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New chapter! YESSSS! Other than that, I got nothing. Enjoy! Edit 1:17 5/29 — In my haste and excitement to get this chapter out, I overlooked some things. Misspellings and the like, they’ve been corrected for the most part. Sorry about that, folks. -B. The simulation ended unceremoniously after we saved the prince. He was…
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In case you were wondering why I haven’t posted an update in a few days. Feel free to blame this: Update coming soon. 😉
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So this is my first sci-fi oriented story on the Ledger, so be gentle with me. I had this idea when I woke up this morning. Nearly fully formed. How awesome is that? My name is Cillian Hess and I haven’t been home since… I leave the thought open-ended and the on-board intelligence slides the…
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So I have a little bit of an underwear fetish. And by little bit, I mean a significant bit. If you’ve read enough of my stories you’ll probably have run into it at some time or the other, but I can generally keep it under control. This is decidedly not in control. -B. First you’ll…
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To say I wasn’t doing too well is an understatement. I’d never been a big gambler, but sometimes fate conspires. My dad had died a few months back and the horse races were always a favorite of his. He was a regular, even had a lifetime box seat at his local derby. I guess the…