"This evening is just perfect," my smiling wife exclaims from across the table we were sharing at an upscale restaurant. Smiling back at her glowing, beautiful face I couldn't agree more. "It is a nice night out, isn't it?" I muse as I take another bite of prime rib, savoring the flavor of the still bloody slab of meat on my plate. "And so quiet too! . ....
Fetishes: hero, heroine, supernatural, femdom, chase, capture, boyish charm, blushing, cute, romantic Tags: superheroines, Pony Express, Rhapsody, Lane, hero, Cosmic Particle World, super speed, enhanced speed Note: This is a requested fantasy and is not intended to slam any men at all, in case I get comments about how this sounds condescending to men. Som...
Hey all, this is a little one-shot with the lovey Justine-not my creation, though you've seen her by her creator's request before in The Operative Part IV. And yes, yes, it's a fan's request for some pretty serious wish-fulfillment...but hey, everyone wants their wishes fulfilled from time-to-time, right? I've got lots of stuff in the works, but I'm trying...
Copyright 2007-2012 by madengineer3 all rights reserved * My name is Paul. I live in a very rural area. I try to live a quiet and uneventful life. I believe in the truth of the old Chinese curse "May you live in interesting times." I hate conflict because I find self control to be greatly needed and very difficult. I try to fit in, and generally do. I am...
The Professor was a careful, methodical, organized man. He coiffed and trimmed his beard just so. He tied his bow ties perfectly evenly. He wore brown jackets with reinforced elbows just like any good professor might. He submitted immaculately written essays for professional journals. He edited his students' essays savagely, marking them up with blue ink, ca...
It was a Friday evening, the sun beginning to set as Rabbit sat in front of the vanity, drying her hair. A towel still clung around her shoulders to ensure that her outfit stayed dry. Once her hair was sufficiently free of moisture, she picked up the curling iron, which had been heating up since she had stepped out of the shower. It was a long and tedious ta...
Chapter 1 Musky, that was the only way Deb could describe the smell. The sound had been deadened, this she knew, but the dreary walls had a wet look, sort of. Was it water wet or was it slimy wet, her eyes couldn’t discern the truth. The ceiling had some plastic looking bubble-like look. With her hands tied tightly behind her back and to the hard wooden cha...
(c) 2012 GingerM [NOTE: This was written for a friend; their characters are used with permission.] Nips pulled into the driveway, his heart pounding. Demona had said things would be arranged and he would know - and sure enough, there was Racer, in the garage. God, how does she do it? the mouse wondered. He knew Racer and Demona's... relationship, for want...
I suppose my particular need had been building up over quite some time so maybe I should start at the beginning. When I was a normal horny teenager I guess it never really mattered to me what the girls I dated were really like. So long as they were reasonable looking and fun to be with a date was a date and there to be enjoyed. Like a lot of my friends I b...
The cougar stalks the watering hole, desperate with hunger. Her wound is old — but deep — from a hunt gone horribly awry in her youth. She seeks out the weak and the injured — the easy prey that will not put up a dangerous fight. "Yes, I'm at the bar, Jackie. I told you that I was going to go have a drink." Dave paused and held the phone a...