Monica Williams is 21 years old. She just graduated from The College of Medical Sciences. She joins Dr. Mevil to study appendage regeneration. Dr. Mevil gasses Monica after weeks of studying her physiology. He does some "tests" on Monica. She wakes up the next morning in her bed with a pain in her groin. She touches her crotch. "Aaaahh!!!!!&qu...
The revelation came forth after a night of vodka. Recently my college roommate and I talked about what it would be like to kiss a girl. She finally convinced me that the best person to experiment with was my best friend. Which just so happened to be her. However -- I never told her that I needed convincing. My name is Annie. I am quiet, short, thin, with b...
Woman on woman force isn't normally thought about, it's a side-fetish at best, but that doesn't mean it doesn't happen. This is a collection of stories about exactly that, following a woman that is either a predator of other woman, or a target of one or more woman herself. Type of force don't really matter, the POV character must stay consistent, and may inv...
To call the private studio of the Dominatrix a dungeon would, for the fortunate, earn only her contempt. Eschewing the contrivances of male sadomasochistic fantasies, the walls were painted a passionless shade of gray-green, the oak floor polished to the luster of ancient gold, and the sole window decorated with an embroidered ivory curtain, now closed. The...
Sometimes it can be tough to find the time. * Author's Note: If you're expecting a serious story, this ain't it. I'm taking a break from goofy fairy tales and instead focusing my love of parodies onto the genre of post-apocalyptic sci-fi. There's an evil warlord, a damsel in distress, and a sword-wielding hero on a motorcycle. This story is also loosely...
As Angel rode in the backseat of the car with the 2 hi-powered attorneys, her mind drifted to thoughts about sweet Emi. She wondered how the teenager had done out in California. She wondered if everything had gone okay. Angel knew that the people out in California, especially L.A., could be very harsh sometimes. With Emi being so young and so new, she hoped...
The new owner of the Faro Ranch was unlike anyone that Emily Wilder had ever met in her twenty-two years of life. Her world did not extend far beyond the slat fences of the Faro. Her father had managed the ranch for Mr. Donavon for twenty-six years. When the old man had died, his son had auctioned off the cattle and sold the property. Emily's poppa had worri...
Hi!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know; I suck. This is a long time coming. In my defense, I had an original ending when I posted chapter 3 of Kismet Encounter but wanted it to be so much more. It deserved to be better. So, while trying to somehow better the ending, I decided I wanted to completely rewrite the story. Funny, in hindsight, funny and dumb. I got distr...
It was not the first time that Janet had seen her at the grocery store. In fact Janet had seen her each Tuesday morning about 10:00 for the last four weeks. She had already seen her today by the bacon. Every time the reaction had been about the same, weak knees and a racing heart. Janet lingered with the freezer door open looking at the frozen turkey dinners...
Four young women shared an apartment as they made their way through University. The most recent flatmate was amazed at the others' lack of modesty. They always seemed to be undressed to various degrees, often naked, which she found delightful as they were all quite beautiful with bodies they were obviously proud of. In time she became less reserved, even dis...