"Who are you cupping with?" That phrase stuck in my head the moment Melinda asked. She murmured something else about 'coming' or 'coming inside' as she walked into the odd café. A friend waved to her from the window. We were not going anywhere in particular. I was on an extended vacation in a new country and only went out that morning to walk my dogs. Meli...
Cassie had walked down into Millbrow to shop. She avoided Helene du Cul's lingerie shop and hoped that she would not meet Zack. She was coming out of the post office, however, talking to one of her neighbours over her shoulder, and literally walked into his outstretched arms. 'Just what I need to brighten up the day,' said Zack, planting a light kiss on her...
D I V O R C E What does that spell out to you? Divorce, of course. Excuse for me my shit poetry, but I do have a story to tell about an experience I had after I divorced from my nasty ex-husband. What did I do? I did something stupid. That was to go back to my home town and set up a business. It was not just any business. In the interim period between the...
Previous Choice: Draw his gun. Words wouldn't work with men like these. Promises made by blackmailers were as empty as a Troll's morals. Deckard had a rule, one he had kept to throughout his time as a lone operator out on the frontier. It was a simple rule, but it had saved his life more than once as a Sheriff on Tasitov: He never drew his gun withou...
*All characters in this story are over 18 years of age. This story contains content relating to the DD/LG lifestyle* *** I know I've been a naughty girl today, but it was kind of on purpose because I love when my Daddy gets all strict with me. He's been very soft and loving recently because I had a cold, and it's perfect when he takes care of me; but by th...
Author's Note: Requested by my reader, Sovietspyder. *** Mia yelped as the automatic doors slid shut around her rump. She hastily stepped forward and sighed, looking back at her larger than life body, which had only grown further since last night. The centaur hadn't dared measure herself again, fearing how many inches she'd gained in just a few hours. At l...
Terry Gaiman adjusted his black bow tie in the mirror, trying to get it straight. He twisted it first one way, decided he'd gone too far, twisted it back, realised he'd overcompensated, twisted it again. Why did evening wear have to be so complicated? He fussed with his cufflinks. The shirt cuffs felt like a pair of oversized floppy manacles. He looked bac...
Author's Note: not too many people liked this story the first time around and I am pretty sure not too many people would like the second chapter. But I like this story and there are some out there that do. Warning: Everything I write, or have written has been copyrighted. Thanks for reading. "So let me get this straight, you are trying to make your husband...
In prior years, Tsatsi hadn't thought about him much. Banmai had been a boy, and that had been cause enough to ignore him. Nonetheless, there were a few things she remembered. She remembered that little boy who'd been sent out for a bucket of water who had somehow managed to fall and twist his ankle. Banmai had been the first to show up, and he'd carried th...
REMINDER: I write long stories. Many chapters don't have naughty bits, but those that do will be way more fun if you read the others, too! Also, although TT2 is a stand-alone novel, it takes place in the same family as Texas Trio, so you might want to read that one first! –Stefanie NOTE: This chapter DOES have the naughty bits. :) –:–:–:–:–:–:– Chapter 1...