Maddie grew up in a small village and has lived nineteen years of her life being a good girl. Unlike all her peers she rarely went out and almost never got drunk. She tried cigarettes when she was sixteen but she saw no fun in the coughing and smelly breath that followed. So it was her first and last time. Having been accepted to her first choice Universit...
I would like to thank my readers for taking the time to read my stories. Please, contact me for your comments and leave feedback. I enjoy hearing from you! QC Retrospection: In Command Shine had one tattoo, a double interlocking female gender symbol on her left upper buttock. Getting a tattoo was one of Shine's most terrible conflicts with her parents. She...
THOMAS DEAN IMPRINT Part 4 Hot and Cold I jumped when heard the screeching sound of the nurse slipping on rubber gloves. I took a deep breath the ordeal was about to begin: the assumption of power over the person and the loss of personal autonomy. For the second time this week I found myself dethroned in this predicament in this clammy sub -- basement at th...
The steam rose from the street girders in lazy, smoky waves. They were mysteriously lit in different sections by the intermittent street lights surrounding the portal to the underground train. I didn't like the gassy, oily smell of the streets as it was; the steam only served to bring that stench up from the blackened streets to the eyes, nose and mouth of a...
Author's note: this is by far the longest and most romantic story I've ever written. It's fiction with elements of non-fiction. I didn't know where it would end up when I started, but it was cathartic to write it so I hope you enjoy. Trigger warning: sexual assault, rape, nonconsent, cis-het men. ***** "Congratulations, class of 2016!" Thunderous applause...
"Exquis," I thought, as my eyes wandered the small but smartly attired apartment. Seeing how another lives is always illuminating. At first blush, it was clear Paige lived an orderly life. "I can only wish," I thought, reflecting on the relative disarray of my own. "You like to cook," I observed, anxiously glancing about at the kitchen's legion of culinary...
Jeff is a jerk. The son of a bitch is messing around with my friend Tonya and doesn't think I know about it. Either that, or he just doesn't think, period. I should have known better from the beginning. Jeff wears a digital watch, and I hate digital watches. Where's the poetry in "4:58pm"? It clings to the death throes of an exhausted hour and it anticipates...
Susan was a young woman who enjoyed the finer things in life. Cordon Bleu food, designer clothes, cellared wines, as well as various forms of art. It was due to her interest in the arts that she had become involved as a volunteer at Hilton Galleries. Although her involvement was limited to leading a guided tour through the ‘touring arts’ gallery every few we...
Notes: All characters are either 18 or above. Second Notes: Although the main character starts out "straight", there will be no heterosexual sex in this story. Here are some things you can expect! An intersex/futa character, instances of incest and a lesbian harem with side couples. ***** I'd never been a particularly kind person if I'm being honest. N...
Autumn is certainly my favorite time of the year. The weather is cooler. The days are shorter. The leaves are turning into a beautiful array of colors. I find myself on most days now gazing out onto a lake front and watching the sun dip behind the tree line. While most know I live in Charlotte these days, I won't share what lake it is. Just do yourself a fav...