Everyone in this story is at least 18 years old, there may or may not be **** found throughout, there will be scenes of humiliation, cheating (Cuckolding/Netorare & Netorase), Futanari (shemale, dick-girl) moral degradation and scenes where the MC is injured or put in harms way - read at your own risk, this story is not for the faint of heart. This is al...
I heard a faint cry this morning, predator and prey, and looked up at the sky. A bald eagle, I remember thinking – no, two of them – harrying a pair of falcons. A circling duel, a fight to the death playing out in the sky above my father's house, and my hands began to shake as I remembered all the other fights that played out up there. I drove to work, the m...
I psyched myself out for this six-hour plane ride to Madrid. I lucked out and nabbed a window seat thanks to a would-be passenger who probably was jacking off in the airport loo in lieu of boarding this flight. "Yo no soy Señor Valencia Garcia Fernandez. Yo soy una mujer," I said to a haughty flight attendant before she walked away, puzzled, three hours ago...
The neon sign lit the street in front of the doors and the pounding music crashed through them, a tidal wave of notes bombarding those waiting to enter. The night air caressed her face, the chill causing her to shiver slightly. She shook herself a bit; long black hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The line moved and she moved with it, surveying her loo...
Chapter 9 The bouncer moved the rope out of her way, and Charlie entered the club. Music assaulted her ears. The smell of smoke, alcohol, and bodies filled her nostrils. It was just the distraction she was looking for. She pressed her body between different people to get to the tables in the back corner. Melanie always had a table for entertaining. Periodic...
Yes, I'm still alive. I'm truly sorry I'd taken a break for a while, but I've had a lot going on. My story has reached it's conclusion in real life, and I have a rough draft written of everything until the end. I'll put up new installations on the first of every month starting 6/07. I love getting feedback from readers- it's what keeps me writing! So please...
"Hello?" I answered the phone after a couple of rings. I had been upstairs reading. "Raynne, it's Steve. I need your help." Steve was a friend of mine who I frequently had sex with, most times including his room mate. He sounded urgent. "What's up?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't have to leave the comfort of my home on my day off. "Well, I have a date with th...
Satchiko was the wildest, craziest, person I had ever met. It took thirty years to find someone even close to her equal, but after my divorce, I became friends with Claire, of St Petersburg Beach, FL. Other than one, typically Asian, and another blonde, blue eyes, they were soul sisters. Both were Large Ladies, not fat, just built big. Tits, ass, all of it....
(Quick note-- There's no sex in this story. Later on there will be, but this first chapter is about setting up the plot. Patience will be rewarded, however.) Mandorus flapped furry, leathern wings, fighting for lift over the darkened suburban neighborhood, cutting horizontally across the blocks of houses. She snuck a glance behind her, but saw no pursuing...
I'd been divorced for a couple of years when it happened. My wife had one day decided that she didn't like the married life and just shot through, leaving me with two kids to look after. I won't say it was easy but, with the help of friends, I coped. One of the people who chipped in to help was my sister-in-law, Faye. Nice young woman, married and with a co...