Thank you, Deborah, for helping with the edits! * I was in my early 40's and had been working several years at a music artist management company a good friend Don had started. It was light years away from what I was had been doing, but I managed to bring several new artists and bands to his attention. He offered me a lot of money, so instead of going into...
If a Bree calls in the forest, does she make a sound? Not with a red scarf crammed tight in her mouth. She was tethered to the trees when I found her. I was roving the paths on my hundred acres of property, enjoying the cool North breeze, when I heard a smothered yelp. I paused, filtering the sounds of the woods – the creak of branches, the shush of leav...
"Mmmmm this shower will feel good," I said to myself as I turned on the water and began undressing. The five mile jog had felt good, but my knees were a little achy. "Carrying a little too much weight," I thought as I looked into the mirror over the sink, and sucking in my stomach. The steam from the shower was billowing out toward me and I opened the door...
Becca reached over and turned down the wick on the old lamp. She ran her fingers over the warm base and slipped her hand over each individual flower that had been etched into its beautiful red glass. The power had just returned and the lamp was no longer needed. A sigh escaped her lips and she tilted her head to the side as she picked up the antique object a...
Spots of dappled sunlight streamed through the trees and danced and twirled on the pavement as I waited for her outside the building. She was always late, frantically trying to keep up with her life. Not that I would ever want her life, I snorted to myself. Immediately regretting the thought, I focussed on the distant rush of traffic echoing softly through w...
This is an erotic horror themed side chapter that takes place somewhere in chapter 2 (a few years before Vanessa does her beta test of the virus). It's pretty tongue in cheek and pays homage to various horror stories. Major shout out to Hell of a Critic for inspiring and encouraging this story from start to finish. ***** 22 YEARS PRIOR TO INITIAL EXPOSURE...
B went to his friend John's house for a sleepover with a few other guys. They had just graduated from high school, all of them 18 or 19 years old, and John's house was the best place to drink. Besides, John's sister and her friends would be back from college this weekend. All the boys agreed that they were unbelievably sexy. The boys started drinking beers...
"Business, or pleasure?" the taxi driver asked, opening an umbrella and guiding me to his car from the over hang. "Neither I guess... Just coming home" I answered glumly. It was only noon, but the rain and overcast blocked out any sunlight. "Welcome home then," he opened the back door for me, took my crutch, and grabbed my bags to place them in the trunk....
*DISCLAIMER* I always like to throw these disclaimers onto stories about celebrities or other real people who are not myself: I in no way speak for these women (or men if men are included in later installments) or reflect their views in any way. For the sake of my erotic parody being somewhat believable I will attempt to mimic these ladies' personas but coul...
The next few days went about as routine as could be in the futa world of Anne. She'd wake up, notice her cock was a little bigger, her mother would take her to school, she'd fuck Bree a little, play around with some other girls, and go back home. Patricia had told Anne that she had to stay home the rest of the week, though she hadn't given her a reason in pa...