My name is Lisa Nicholson. If the name seems familiar to you, it may be that you remember a story told by my husband Brett, where he described an extraordinary experience we had a few weeks ago. For the last several years, Brett and I have been taking turns staging personal sex fantasies to be acted out during weekend getaways. Our most recent fantasy weeke...
***Prologue *** The horned demoness scattered across the floor, her greenish skin had hints of glittering purple. Samantha rode her motorcycle with Dominic on the back; there was no traffic in sight. Finally the two outran the demoness and stopped her in her tracks. The demoness hissed before her bare foot trot the cool concrete, gently as she began to back...
I was sitting at home, missing yet another day of work, waiting for the locksmith to show up. It always struck me as cruel and unusual that you had to give up some of your paycheck to get something done that was going to cost approximately the same as the wages you gave up to get it done. On the other hand, it was three in the afternoon and I was binge watch...
He had been fantasizing about watching his wife suck some other guy's cock, and had hinted to her that it would be something he'd like to see, but she never quite picked up on it, or if she did, she was deliberately ignoring his overtures in that area. So he began to wonder how he could make it happen without telling her beforehand. Then one day he was sur...
Now, I am not the world's most tidy man - that I will admit. But that is not to admit to being a slob. It's just that I am a man living alone and therefore I may not dust as much as some and I may leave a lot of magazines lying around that, to the anally retentive, might seem messy! The house is clean though; no dirty dishes in the sink and the bathrooms a...
Author's note: This is version 3. I went back once to edit inconsistencies/continuity errors and really embarrassing editing mistakes, and now I've edited it so I don't have to retcon later on. I wrote the first of these purely as a one-off satire, then it grew while I wasn't looking. I've now worked out the rules of the world properly, so here's another ed...
There was this woman. She must have lived or worked in my neighborhood in New York City. I say this because I often saw her either when I left for work at 7:30am or returned home around 6pm. Occasionally I would also see her shopping at the same market on the weekends. There are a lot of people in New York, especially if one includes the tourists, but one...
Rekka whimpered with dread, her misery total as the terrible man continued to torture her. She struggled vainly against his brute strength, but escape was impossible. She questioned despairingly where her gentle loving husband had gone, leaving her with this despicable unfeeling beast. "Oh, quit your bitching, I'm nearly done," Bill said, wheedling yet anot...
**It is the 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. After a particularly bitter fall out with Borya, Natasha finds herself in the arms of another man. Now, they both need to work to resolve their differences or risk losing everything they've built together** Natasha looked down at her desk as Borya narrowed his eyes, waiting for her to say something. He...
Once you were young. You still remember the moment you saw her kin for the first time, a species in the forests of the north. Beautiful, skin dark as ebony, eyes ranging from purple to blue to green, an all-female species live next to your village. Dark Elves, Dokkalvar, Dalekethnon and many other names are they called with. They live with their human sl...