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Refund for Dec/Thank you, Patrons!

Hi Patrons!

It's always this time of year that I give thanks to all of you for your support.  My plan was to pause billing for December and take the rest of the year off, but I missed th...

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PGAD - Chapter 11

11.


What the hell did I do?

That was the thought that had reverberated through Sara’s brain for the remainder of the weekend.

She’d awoken late Saturday af...

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PGAD - Chapter 10

10.


The room was a generously sized suite with a separate bedroom, balcony and even a wet bar.  Ted handed her a soda before fixing himself a whiskey cocktail.  She settl...

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PGAD - Chapter 9

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Fucking whore.

Sara berated herself as she stood in front of the mirror, back at home.  She yanked the oversized blazer off again, throwing it into the corne...

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PGAD - Chapter 8

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It wasn’t very long before Sara found out why it was a bad idea after all.

The sun was just peaking over the horizon.  Sara had spent the rest of yesterday evening ...

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PGAD - Chapter 7

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Sara was back in bed again, warm and comfortable in a new clean nightgown.  She was freshly showered, though now she was beginning to sweat again as she scrolled through th...

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PGAD - Chapter 6

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Sara awoke, shivering, freezing.  It was no wonder, since her nightgown was damp and cold,  and she was slumped over on the floor of her bedroom without any cover. &nb...

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PGAD - Chapter 5

5.

Sara shut the door of her expensive European coupe, placing the tablet on the stitched leather seat beside her.  For a few moments, she simply sat there blankly before finally taking ...

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PGAD - Chapter 4

4.

They stood there, both of their chests heaving as they each tried to catch their breath.  Chris had turned away as he awkwardly reached down to grab his pants, bunched around his ankl...

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PGAD - Chapter 3

3.


The small vial slipped out of Chris’ hand and smashed in the sink.

Fuck, he swore inwardly.  Goddamit…

Why, why, why was he, Summ...

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PGAD - Chapter 2

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Sara shut her office door and slumped into her expensive leather desk chair, head turned up to the ceiling, eyes shut, exhaling deeply.  What an absolutely crazy, mortifyin...

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PGAD - Chapter 1

1.


“Check it, I finally got to take this thing out.”

“Holy shit..!  What is that, a 60-footer?”

“60 -- pssssh!  It’s 65.”

Sara was getting...

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PGAD - Prologue

Prologue

Stanley stood in line, shifting restlessly.  He wasn’t sure if he’d been waiting for over an hour yet, but it sure as hell felt like it.  His goddamn feet ached and he ...

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Here we go!!

Sorry, Patrons.  I had set up some releases but accidentally dated for 2022  *facepalm*

Prologue today as refresher, plus two chapters scheduled for this month.  Here we go! View Post

Thanks for patience, Patrons!

Hello Patrons!

You'll hopefully have observed that I paused billing again for the month of May, BUT I'm happy to say that I'll be putting out at least one release this month.  I've just ...

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Still working, and still paused!

Hi Patrons, my story is coming along and I'll be putting out some chapters soon.  Just  a quick note to let you know this page is not abandoned and I'm still continuing to log in every mo...

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Feb billing paused!

Hi Patrons!  Just an update to let you know that I paused February billing again as well, so please stay subscribed without worry that you will be billed while I am not published -- will not h...

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Another story concluded...

Hi Patrons!

I hope you've all enjoyed Donor.  It's always funny to me to look back on what I've written and see how revealing it is in ways I was never consciously aware of.  Retros...

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Donor - Chapter 16

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Samantha roughly rifled through her purse for a few moments before she promptly gave up and settled for pounding on the apartment door, banging her fist so hard it hurt.

...

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Happy Thanksgiving, Patrons!

Patrons, 

Happy turkey day to you all!  I am thankful for all of you this year and every year.   

I wanted to share with you that I have taken pretty much all of the...

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Donor - Chapter 15

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“Michael, I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what more to say at this point.”

He sat there stonily, across the kitchen table in his apartment.  A beer sat in f...

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Donor - Chapter 14

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The following day, they reached a new milestone.

It had started early that afternoon, with Samantha’s phone ringing for what must have been the billionth time.

...

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Donor - Chapter 13

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“Samantha?”

“Yea..?”

“You’re fucking amazing.”  Janet whimpered as she ground her hips sensuously.  

“Your cock is amazing…”

...

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Donor - Chapter 12

 

12.


Back again, back again, Samantha thought as she stood in the bathroom of her and Janet’s apartment, still wearing her work attire, which consisted of a ...

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Donor - Chapter 11

11.


Samantha woke up blearily, unsure of where she was, the sunlight streaming in through the window, still feeling drunk and also incredibly horny.  She planted her feet on t...

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Donor - Chapter 10

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Janet lay on the coach, drunk off her ass and dozing.  If past experience was indicative of anything, Samantha would be in the bathroom for a while.  And Janet was to...

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Donor - Chapter 9

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Samantha stood in the bathroom yet again, swaying, intoxicated and off balance.  With fumbling and uncoordinated hands, she reached out for the box, the box full of little ...

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Donor - Chapter 8

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The screen of Samantha’s phone lit up as it buzzed on the table, but she only glanced down briefly and swiped with her finger, silencing it.  

“How’s everything...

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Donor - Chapter 7

 

7.


“Janet?”  Samantha’s muffled voice came through the locked door, only now their positions were reversed; it was Janet inside of the bathroom, and her roo...

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Donor - Chapter 6

6.


“So, any news..?”

Janet chewed her bottom lip nervously, trying to figure out how to respond to Samantha’s text.  It’d been over a month now, and she still ha...

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