Disclaimer: If you found this story, odds are you have scoured through hundreds of pages of similar material and have happened upon it, so you know what you're looking for. If by some reverse miracle you have found this passage and are NOT looking for a story in the deep end of transformation erotica, and/or are underage in the place where you live, there ha...
This is a story told in first person; it is done in a memoir style of sorts. It is long winded, quite wordy and I'd classify it more as a romance rather than your usual erotica. There are sexy descriptions within, but they are not the main object of this undertaking. If you're not happy with this, you can exit now. You have been warned. All main plot charact...
Nina: Sam, should we do a recap at the start of the second full-length story? Samantha: Yes, little rabbit. Nina: Ooh. Keep calling me little rabbit. Samantha: No. Nina: Aw, come on. Nina: Be my predator? Samantha: Do the recap, and maybe. Nina: Okay. Nina: Dear reader! Nina: We published the first Mittens AAAAAAGES ago, and then we immedia...
It's funny where you will find inspiration. I was driving down the street and happened to spy a young woman working in her flower garden. She wore tiny, tight short-shorts and was down on her hands and knees. She was displaying a fine little butt pointed at the street. Clearly, she was not aware of the little show she was providing to passers-by, or maybe sh...
This is my long-awaited sequel to "Remember This Moment Forever" which takes place ten years after the original story. What was originally intended to be one long story eventually grew so large that I decided to split it into four parts with a new story being posted at the end of each summer month (beginning with Part One in May and ending with Part Four in...
This, as its name hints, is actually a sequel to "Gift from Mother Christmas". While it is possible to read on its own, elements will make more sense if read after the first story. I should also warn that this is a long tale and a romance as much as a sex story. And so, for this second part of the story of my life, the summer of 1997, I face a problem: how...