The day is bright and sunny. You are on your way to school, taking your time to appreciate the sights of the bustling people moving around to get to where they might need to be. Upon passing an alleyway, you are alerted by a muffled scream of distress. You move in to investigate. You discover a girl. Her clothes are shredded and there is a large thug looking...
The man appeared out of the blue, right in the middle of the street, with a strange sparkling sound. Nobody saw him, as the night was dark and the good people sleeping. Except the small barks of a dog in a nearby garden, the street was perfectly quiet, and the man smiled as he went to the closest mailbox. Rummaging through one of the pockets of his huge coat...
The Tower of the Red-Eyed Princess is not marked on any map. Its whereabouts are unknown... down to the planet... down to the very universe, and the very dimension. Such a map would be unnecessary. When challengers seek the tower... or, when the tower calls for challengers... the two will find each other. The tower is told of in hushed whispers... It is said...
***It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Natasha, bored and horny during a long meeting, fantasizes about taking over and sexually dominating her comrades. Everything is going her way until Borya shows up.*** It was late afternoon and the committee meeting was still in session. The sun was slowly going down thru the windows of the columned hall,...
Aster yawned widely, stretching from her resting place in a blooming flower. She grinned and extended her wings to catch the morning sun. Spring was finally here! It was always such a pain to give the glade over to those winter tramps every year, they always left behind a complete mess. Fingers crossed for global warming, Aster leapt from her sleeping place...
Though I had a ticket to travel by the air-conditioned coach in Coromandel Express from Howrah to Chennai, I was waitlisted 21. Enquiries at the station confirmed my worst fears. That I would have to travel in the unreserved compartment as I could not be accommodated in the air-conditioned coach. Twenty-six hours, including two sweltering hot afternoons whil...
Pt.7 — Among Wolves ~ Part 7 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the size depicted in Woody Allen...
Pt.6 — The Road by Paul Gerard (a pen name) ~ Part 6 of a 12-part tale, laced heavily with lesbian encounters and strange transformations. ~ A word of warning, before you even start reading: A lot of what happens in this story focuses on the rather weird fetish of Breast Expansion (BE) – from A to D, and occasionally up to and ultimately beyond the si...
He waited impatiently for the lift doors to open. The single occupant in the elevator wore a short black skirt and stockings. She seemed to be an executive at one of the numerous law firms in the building. He had an important meeting in an hour at one such firm. He flipped the pages of his thick file, unable to concentrate because of the titillating perfume...
Over the last few years of self-discovery and some embarrassing trial and error, Erica was quickly becoming a veteran at her craft, being able to shapeshift her body into nearly anything she can imagine, with practically no boundaries. Erica and I decided to put her “talents” to work in a way that was fun for both of us, while being able to keep her powers a...