In the dark bar, Adam downed his whiskey sour to the cheer of his friends. His 34th year had been a disaster, punctuated by divorce and the passing of an excellent job opportunity across the country that he had let slip through his fingers to fruitlessly try and salvage what was left of his doomed marriage. Tired of feeling sorry for himself, Adam had promis...
Tales of a Cosplay Slut Volume I: Tifa Lockhart All characters in this story are over eighteen or older. ***** Piper loved to become other people. No, not as an identity thief. She just enjoyed dressing up as characters from shows, books, movies, and games. From a very young age she'd embraced cosplay, going to conventions and gaining a cult following at...
There were two constants in Mary's life: the three cars perpetually parked in line underneath her living room window, and the blank window into a blanker apartment across from her building. The cars had always been parked there and the apartment had always been uninhabited, ever since she moved in three years prior. Mary took some sort of comfort in the fact...
"Ok, Barb, I know I probably sound like a broken record, but I have to ask one more time. If I agree to make your proposition a formal date, will you promise not to try to get me into your bed afterwards?" I asked with a smile. I didn't want her to know I had made my decision, because I still had doubts. My problem was that I still felt that I would feel gui...
This is a fantasy for Her. She knows who She is. *** She is coming. She had called and said that She was on the way. I was to be ready when She stopped out front. I hurriedly donned my white riding leathers and boots, wearing only a pair of panties under them. That's how She wants it, so that is how it will be. I stepped out on the front porch, feeling...
I lined up my last shot, eight ball to the side pocket. I didn't need to take my time; it was and easy shot. The game was already over and my opponent, some cowboy hat wearing guy named Rick or Rich had only had one turn. I was cleaning up, like I did. I never bet money out in this tiny ass town's only bar. I had money. Vegas had opened its coffers to me, bu...
Author's Note: This chapter seemed to get longer and longer as I wrote it, so I decided to divide it into two parts. The next part has already been written, and will be submitted immediately after this one. So there won't be the long wait that my patient readers have had to endure until I finally got around to completing this latest installment. Thanks so mu...
Finally, it happened! After weeks of jitters, unsure if I really wanted this, I made love to another woman. And it was great! Now, I'm happily married, and not planning on changing my life. I just wanted something, well, new. When I told my husband, he understood, as long as our relationship wasn't jeopardized. Once I assured him it wouldn't be, he gave hi...
Story by LesLes. Concept by Solddate. Art by Oo_Sebastian_oO Five Years After Syndrome's Attack "Honestly, sweetie, if there's ever a type of villain you don't want to go solo against, it's a mind controller." The villainess Mezmerella leaned against the top of a classic ball chair as she spoke. The smooth white plastic of the chair was a half-sphe...
I was on a mission. My name is Denise Fallon and I'm a spy for the CIA. My mission was to get information. I was driving my black BMW convertible and I had to enter this house with many guards. There were two in the garden, one near upstairs, and one in the first floor where the computer is with the information and maybe a surprise. I was dressed in stealth...