Missy is "a giver" - happy to help out, to run an errand, to pitch in when times are tough or just to sit and listen when all that is needed is a shoulder to cry on and the reassurance that one is in the right. That generous nature has its fullest expression when Missy loves. The men in her past life unexpectedly found little bags of their favorite snacks in...
Author's Note: This is going to get a little dark at points. It will involve pet-play, humiliation, and water sports. So if that's not your thing, I'm sorry to have caused you to waste a click. "Who's a good girl?" My husband looked down at me with a smirk of condescension spreading over his face. He stroked my hair playfully as I obeyed, my hands up near...
Author's Notes: This chapter continues the story started in Chapter 14. All errors are strictly mine. * * * Pedro's rap on the doorframe of their hut woke Aiko and Gerald from their slumber. Their third night among these people had been quite restful. Only the waning campfires had prevented the camp from falling into total pitch-blackness. Even the noises...
Preface to Part Eleven = = = = = = = = = = In the preface to part ten I said that part eleven would be around 9,600 words. I was mistaken. It's actually come out to over 10,400 words. ***** Friday, February 17, 2012, Katy meets Ginny. = = = = = = = = = = I woke my usual time and was starting to untangle myself from Katy when, to my surprise, she spoke...
This story is unusual for me: a series of interconnected vignettes. Not all are entirely uplifting, or equally erotic, but I hope you find the result satisfying. There are fantastic elements but it doesn't feel like a good fit for that category; as it's short, I placed it here mostly as a catch-all. Enjoy! * * * [i.] She hadn't meant to lose the path. Ju...
Preface to Part Twenty = = = = = = = = = = I know it's been far too long. I beg family issues, work, focusing on issues away from writing, and especially having real world fun. I'm not apologizing, but I am sorry. But thanks to the nagging (all nicely) of some of you, I finally just sat down with some Mountain Dew (programmers fluid, but works for writers...
Fiction - well the masturbation part is, and perhaps fantasy, the rest are memories of real experiences. * My daydream today seems to be counter to the weather. It's raining. But if I close my eyes I can feel the sun on my face as I stand at the crest of a mountain. Looking around I see mountains and valleys, the forest and of course the road I drove in...
Author's note: this is the conclusion of this story. For obvious reasons, readers are invited to begin with chapter 1 if they have not already read it. It is not my intent or design to offend, so please be aware that this story has been written for adults of a particular kind: it is unlikely to be everyone's cup of tea. This story contains non-human sex wit...
aIt is warm outside, as is normal for this part of the country, no matter the season. A breeze blows, making the heat bearable, but causing my nipples to harden, jutting out even further. My heart is racing as I survey our surroundings. It seems we are hidden by the trees in the park, but I know that at any moment someone could walk by, and we would be disc...
Ashley Shorttree, was supposed to be a woman on a mission. Somewhere, however, she had lost her way. Her job, along with a dozen others of her kind, was to watch the humans on earth. They were desperate. Their star was almost ready to explode. They had only 500 years to find a new place for their race to live. 500 years for a race of mobile trees was a very...