CHAPTER 3 PART ONE Lacey Cuyler lay stretched out on a massage table in her New York City hotel room. To call it a room, however, simply insulted the decadence of the space her body currently inhabited. The "room" was actually the Penthouse apartment atop the Hudson Hotel in Manhattan. The Penthouse apartment struck a tasteful balance of modern creature co...
The club as always was packed, the two people having arrived almost at the exact moment, at the exact same place. Both lost in their own thoughts, unaware of how the night would end, how they would discover each other and in the process discover themselves. Each will tell their own thoughts, their own story but in the end, they shall be as one. Now, let us b...
I got a call from Nan that week, asking if I could meet her to discuss the upcoming weekend's events. We met downtown, two women out on the town as we laughed and smiled our way through lunch. Finally we both sat, glasses in hand and she leaned forward saying, "Well then, I think I have everything in place, now I just need to see if the part I have for you t...
*** Transgender-themed stories which I hope will be of interest to those who like women, or would like to be a woman. Which includes me! *** My name is Zoë. Sometimes. At least that's how I like to think of myself. A sexy name for a sexy lady. Again, that's how I like to think of myself. For the last 18 years or so I have lived a sort of a double life. M...
In the forefront of his mind Peyton knew it all so much mean-spirited bunk, one more in a line of petty abuses freakishly tall Sally had to endure, but at the same time the lizard contingent that kept squalid house in some far flung synaptic bunker at the back of it all whispered what ifs in a low guttural whisper, suggesting several visceral scenarios & var...
Here I am, one of the city's elite members of SWAT lying in a corner of an abandon lab in a pool of my own blood. Just watching the time passes by as I lay here. My name is Patrick Meyers, 30 and I am a Sergeant in SWAT. You are right now wondering why am I lying here waiting and not going anywhere. Well to know this answer I have to take you back 24 hours e...
The gray cat huddled beside the front door of my house while the wind lifted the fur of her scruffy coat, now covered with snow crystals. The children named her Vamp when she was a kitten, and she had lived up to her name. What went through her mind as she nestled in the door frame was something we would never know. What we did know was that whenever we open...
Note: all characters in the following story are, while completely fictional, of the legal age of consent. Also, I know, that last line is over-the-top corny, but it felt obligatory. * There was celebration in the free city of Siracoza. It was five years to the day since it, in league with several other, now free, cities, had succeeded from the empire of R...
This one was written expressly for Lita, by request. Lita raised her head as consciousness returned. The full moon shone in her eyes and no sound aside from the occasional whisper of wind-blown leaves reached her ears. Where am I? She wondered, not quite able to discern her surroundings. There was no hint of fear, no apprehension, just a dull ache in the s...
His cock was as hard as a rock and with a penchant for sleeping in the nude, its fat length painfully pressed against the luxurious cotton sheets. The dream of searching for a urinal or bathroom now became reality. He stretched, groaned and yawned his way off the comfortable bed and padded across the length of plush carpeting. The marble flooring was cool, w...