I apologize for the time between stories. The first one flew out and this one did not. For a primer to this story, read "Charming Phoebe" in the non human section. * * * I was now faced with converting my second Haliwell sister. Phoebe compared to her next two sisters had been relatively easy. She really had no special powers other than foresight. And sinc...
Author's note: My uncle Ron died recently. While sifting through his files, I found journal folders marked MY STORY, writings about his life. I have edited these accounts and will post them when I can. These stories include bisexuality, incest, interracial and mature and group sex, etc. All sexual activity depicted here involves persons at least 18 years old...
"Playing with fire?" The question distracted Cyra from her business. She looked over her shoulder, her pale shoulder-length hair flipping about at the quick action. Benefast stood in the doorway of a private room Cyra had acquired. The Dreaming Dragon had slowly been expanding, absorbing nearby buildings with an intricate system of elaborate bridgework, par...
Toni called being very apologetic, asking if I minded watching our little girl while she attended a party thrown by a friend of Gingers. I told her it was no problem, not to worry, and to have a good time. Wanting to make sure she would be safe, I asked if she or someone else was going to drive. Though Toni was very conservative with her actions, she didn't...
I stepped back from the bar and reached above my head to place a glass back on the hook. The last of the bar glasses were hung to dry and I glanced at the clock. It was going on 3am and I was dog tired. This is what I get for working as a bar tender. Well, I was more than a bar tender; more like the man in charge, (although not the owner) but I loved what I...
Patty looked absolutely delectable and I told her so. Her black dress enveloped her sensuously rounded figure her plunging neckline dropping from her shoulders to a demure amount of cleavage. Her legs were covered by black, silky stockings, her feet resting in black, stiletto pumps. Her make-up was reserved, her blue eyes peering out of black mascaraed la...
Lorna Mulligan sat in a quiet part of the dining area of the South Trenton Pub, a dive bar Lorna had selected because it was close to her house. In Lorna's mind she had adopted a new policy that if she was going to get stood up by a guy, there was no sense in driving a long way to endure that. The chubby brunette had done that in her previous effort of meeti...
Chapter Two of a true story Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Ho...
Growing up in a small hometown in Michigan it never occurred to me I might be 'called to duty', to provide a service to the military but such is the innocence of youth that there were many things of which I had no inkling that were to befall me. I was christened Veronica by my parents (although Daddy often used to call me 'little Miss pretty blue eyes') bu...
I have heard the sounds of a woman in lust before, but never would I dream that those sounds could come from my own wife’s throat. The gasps of passion, the cries of pure lust that I have just listened to were the most erotic sounds I have ever heard. The fact that I did not elicit those sounds does not diminish the effect in the least. As I sit here in this...