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‘Who is singing that?’ he asked himself, starting to wonder about his priorities. Being blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed, just in boxer shorts in an unidentified building underground in the middle of nowhere wasn’t enough, he chided himself. He just had to know who delivered “You think you're a man, but you're only a boy,” so convincingly. Disconcerting pictures of CE in drag made him mumble: ‘What the hell are you doing, you assholes? Get these things off now.’ “Oh, pretty boy is awake,” on
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Novody showed up at any of my doorsteps ... you can choose 4 delivery points
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I'm baffled that nobody knows how to truly motivate me ... only getting sticks ... no carrot (heads). JAR
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“Where are you planning to get the money for that vacation?” the mailbox message said. Colt closed his phone before it had finished, checked the time, 30 more minutes, before putting it away. It seemed his mother during one of her not so bright moments, had called him and left that message, instead of on his father’s phone. He didn’t even get excited about the notion of ‘vacation.’ They would never go for a vacation. And even if, he didn’t want to go on vacation. Not with people he didn’t love.
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On a separate note: First paperback cover is in. But it's too big to be uploaded here :-(.
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Oh boy, don't mention what "I need" ...
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“Isaac has become quite a player,” she stated putting a large jug of home-made ice tea on the large wooden patio table. Forest looked up from his newspaper to watch the former marine splashing water on his new lady-friend who was working on her tan. He didn’t like Sibyl; she had even more tattoos on her than Isaac, her blond hair destroyed from repeated cheap dying and the brutal desert sun. She had a filthier mouth than him, and a reputation of sucking dog-tag-wearers dry before moving on.
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“How can I tell him about the accident, when I can’t even keep it together?” She was overdoing it. She kept it together pretty well. Her makeup was impeccable, her hair hurricane-proof, and the white blouse as stiff as a knight’s armour. Iris nodded. This day hadn’t gone according to plan. They had known Sam wasn’t as honorable and loyal as the 2nd enforcer of the late Winter Fir Pack should have been. But that he would go so far and sell Colt to the vampires was unexpected. Having to
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It is public knowledge that @Puppilull is in Berlin this weekend. So together we decided to buy Sam a new T-shirt. I think, though, "L" might be too small for the hunk who likes to show off ..
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A sad howl filled the chilly New Year’s night air. “CE,” Jackson answered. “No worries.” Nonetheless, he instinctively checked that he hadn’t forgotten his cell phone at the party. “He didn’t sound dangerous,” Sarah answered burying her hands deep in the pockets of her coat. Jackson closed the gap between in him and her to spread his body heat. He tended to forget female wolf shifters were not as impervious to extreme temperatures as male ones. After all, it was always pleasantly
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Prompt 579 How can you be so sure?
JohnAR commented on Timothy M.'s story chapter in Prompt 579 How can you be so sure?
So Rob looks at (male) asses. All I needed to hear. JAR -
Seems the wolves decided to serenade Colt upon his return from exile. Do they feel guilty or what?
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Okay. I reflected the corrections I agree with. (And I'm fully aware my use of "a few" and "few" is contrary to common interpretation.) I also did my weekly duty by submitting my prompt to the respective forum ... I guess next week I might need extra trigger warnings ... Rob's going to get it hard ... You're whale-come. Back to my pool.
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Bad JAR is busy in the pool ... ;-)
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It reminded him of one of those old shows set in Wisteria Lane; Stanford Street looked well-kept, inhabited by middle middle-class families with 2.4 kids and a dog. Maybe the houses were a little bit smaller than in that show, but they were nicely kept and there seemed to be some competition going regarding who could grow the most impressive rosebushes. Warren stopped the car and waited for CE to join him before they approached number 610; an open SUV full of grocery bags made all the crack
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@PkCrichton has the cunning ability to find compromising material about IC wolves. Here is some bragging by Prime ... https://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/160607115379 It seems Colt will have a romantic evening with Prime in their new brig deep down ... elestrators, anyone?
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I will not be leaving the cold shower for several days ... Now we know what Prime, Isaac, and Gavin are up to. Colt is so jealous he's not allowed to do their high 'n' tight.
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Just reminded me of this:
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@Timothy M.: I hope you're following tumblr. Rob has become a fish. Or better a Trout has become Rob. But he's an angel ;-).
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Colt is excusing himself from this ranting, he has some urgent itch to take care of ...
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Do tell.
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Somehow I'm getting excited about my own book ... well, some of the wolves ... well, I confess, ... about all of them. Darn.
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That's why Sam wore a T-shirt saying "Size Matters." Now why he wore it for Rob's visit is another story.
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“How much longer do I have, doctor?” Rob cringingly overacted his mental anguish soap-opera-like. Bradley rolled his eyes while he made sure he didn’t speed with Colt’s Audi. Crashing his Meta’s favorite car would be bad, getting injured in the process would be really bad. And not because of any car accident-related injuries that might heal easily during a shift, but because of Prime’s punishment that would follow after that. And he was pretty sure the car’s GPS was linked to Sam’s ‘Command
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