Goblin and Human Lyria found herself in the human world. She used an ancient artifact called the Mirror of Passage from her forest named Valera to go to Earth in search of love. Sex would be pleasurable but love would be preferable. Like most of the goblins in her forest, she was barely twice taller than a tree stump but she had a smile like one wouldn't...
Vicky admired the rippling mountain of muscle directly above and in front of her as masculine hands pushed her ankles up higher, and then higher yet again. Behind him she could see the ceiling of her living room high above, her back on a sturdy long coffee table. His low, resonant voice spoke plainly "Does that feel good? Can you take more of it?" "Oh yea...
"C'mon, baby! Think of all the fun you'll have!" Britnee was talking to Frank Maple, her boyfriend of sorts and her mother's fiance. Frank was also the owner of a fat, twelve-inch penis. At the moment, Brandee, Britnee's mother, was slowly jerking that twelve-inch penis with her expert hands. Frank was lying spread eagle on Brandee's new four-poster bed. B...
[As expected, I've received comments to end the story at Chapter 13. Others are sorry to see it end and have offered interesting twists to continue this story or pivot into another related series. I like some of them. I had already written Chapters 14 and 15 and have held them back to see what the comments were. There are enough 'keep goings' to warrant post...
"Going inside this place is beneath your dignity." My wife shook her head, "Same to you! But we have to go." "If it's weird, we're leaving. I'm definitely not going to touch the merchandise...but we always wanted to try this, right? But if it's weird, we're leaving." "Yes, that's our universal rule. That's why we drove separate from them." The gist of us...
This story was inspired by "Tough Love," a 2012 story by graymangazer in which a husband down on his luck lets himself be controlled and eventually enslaved by his wife and her boss. While the initial premise and some of the original set-up is very similar to that story, the rest is completely different, with a different story line, different characters and...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Although the story and characters are 100 percent fiction, I did grow up in a very small town like the fictional Dusty Flats. I had the good fortune to enjoy that simple lifestyle. I tell it in the first person because I personally remember those days with fondness. 1978. Long before cell phones, the video game frenzy, 400 channels of TV available at the to...
Chapter 10. "Attachment" "I work between 48 to 56 hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make $16.55 an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this club called Kittens Cabaret and probably make more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store." "Oh, I know the f...
Prologue: Ashes Flames licked at the ceiling, the thick smoke burning her throat. Can't stop now... Faith crawled onward, fumbling blindly on the ground as the smoke poured through the cracks in her eyepieces. "Gordon!" she cried, breathing heavily as the pain in her thigh intensified. The temptation to pull out the piece of shrapnel picked away at her eve...