Harley takes a deep breath of cold air as he enjoyed the ride and all the snow they were passing. He had managed to talk his foster parents into giving their permission to allow him to go skiing with a few guys from school. They brought their girlfriends with them. He was the only one that didn’t have a girlfriend. He was also smaller than his friends. He had flown from Florida to Canada with his friends.

After I wrote the London trilogy, I realized I had overlooked something. I wrote this a week ago after I looked at the schedule. While it really isn't part of the Alexa story line I thought it would be fun. Thanks again to Debbie V for allowing me to 'kidnap' a few of her characters.

Becoming the main character in an interactive erotic novel seems like a dream come true - but failing to read the contract might make it more of a nightmare. Jake never bothered to find out that the main character was female - or that her main love interest was a futa. Two details that will soon bite him in the ass - and maybe a few new body parts, too.

It was a little after 3:00 on Friday afternoon when the group of ladies cyclist finished gathering at the Cedar Creek Park bike trail access point. It took a couple of months to finally be off on their little weekend excursion of a bike ride and whitewater rafting. The demands of life made it hard for all of them to coordinate a free weekend and half day of work on Friday in unison. It was worth the wait for not only was the weekend going to be filled with fun, they are going to have quality time together with no distractions.

Melissa slipped behind a car, trusting the dark parking garage to hide her. In her hands was a silver collar, clutched tightly against her chest. The woman who’d given it to her had been very specific with the instructions. She was to place this collar around the neck of a man - it would only work on a male - and then stand back. And she would get the pet of her dreams. Simple, easy and straightforward. All she had to do was take away a man’s life into her hands…

Aftermath
By Ellie Dauber © 2015

This story is based on a Lorna Samuels caption. Thanks, Lorna, for this one and for all your great work. This story first appeared (and can still be found) in the “Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes Mixed Tape.” I’m posting it separately, with Jenny North’s permission. There was no mention of the story in any of the reviews of that Mixed Tape, and I’d like to see what people thought of it. I thank Jenny for the opportunity to be part of her Mixed Tape and for her encouragement in letting me post it separately.

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Authors note.

First off I have been having trouble with one wrist I sprained it a few months ago and it is acting up again.

Second Dorothy and myself have been sort of playing with a Whatley universe idea. Comical mostly.

Here is something that occured to me this morning. If other authors want to write up pieces of various students doing things as part of the contest they can.

The Other Woman – Part Six

Continuing the story of how a wife meets the other woman in their lives, who happens to be her husband.

This story dedicated to my friend and fellow author Warm Hearted, who has called me his cheerleader. We have become good friends and confidants, sharing comments and ideas on our stories as well as messaging and emailing each other regularly.

Author's Note: I would like to thank my editor for doing a great job.

Angie Kern was happy that the great time she was having at the party had proven her wrong. It was easy to see why she thought that it could have been a bad time. At the beginning of the party, Angie knew no one other than Duncan Lambert, the man she was getting serious with. Duncan brought Angie as his plus one, to introduce her to all his friends.

Wearing latex may seriously endanger your health

Author's Note: This Story is the email which the girl in I am not the Best With Words wrote her dad

First dad, do not sell yourself short, what you said in that letter was the best response I was hoping for. I would say it brought tears to my eyes but they were already there. The letter did change the tears of frustration sadness and disappointment in myself into tears of joy, love and acceptance.

“Uffl! Wurghh! Kiwi fruit” Belinda thrashed in panic, not knowing where she was for a moment as she awoke.

“Morning sleeping beauty”

"AHH”

Edited by: Gumby