There is no sex in this story and doesn't necessarily a have happy ending. Murders rarely have happy endings. A big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for editing this story and making it a much better read. **** Dexter was dressed up as a cowboy. "Why are you carrying a sports bag," his wife asked. "I'm Doc Holiday from 'Gunsmoke', and this is my medical ba...
Northern France 1941 Captain Karl Fuchs tugged down the peak of his army cap and strode out of the Town Square building that had recently become German army headquarters in Bussy, Northern France. His heavily armed squad of 16 men had been there now for almost two weeks as part of the occupation of France. Bussy, in the province of Normandy, was classed...
(This story involves a lot of humiliation of the main character, futa on male action, incest, and other fringe fetishes. If these aren't your thing turn back now. I also wanted to give credit and thanks to the artist Mafen for the above picture which helped inspire this story.) The hall is quiet. You were pretty sure nobody was at home. You creep carefully d...
My names is Amanda. I am finally eighteen and in my freshman year of college. I am a major band geek and want to become a band director one day. I have great grades and can play 13 different instruments. The thing is I'm not pretty or really thin with a great body but I'm always very horny. I always fantasize about my professors and the different things th...
I stood by the bedroom window, letting the morning sun shine bright lines across my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled deep through my nose as the hazelnut flavored steam from my coffee reminded me of when everything was so ordinary. Ken was still in the shower and I wondered how he would like seeing me in my new XL knit sweater without any pants or underwea...
I have always had a strong connection to my feminine side. Even as a little boy my favorite characters were Cheetara, or Wonder Woman. Even when me and my friends were playing Ninja Turtles, I wanted to play as April, even if that meant being the damsel in distress...okay, especially when that meant being the damsel in distress. It wasn't long before we fou...
A shaky hand gripped the bathroom sink turning white knuckled... Max grit her teeth as she reached out for the orange tinged bottle and as she opened it the pills spilt all over the floor. She fell down on the ground, her entire body convulsing in violent spasms as she cringed from the painful seizure, flashes of memories plaguing her mind- DISCIPLINE! D...
INTRODUCTION: This follows on from my earlier story 'Rule of Thumb.'I realise there are other sections where this story could have been placed. However, for reasons that I hope will become clear, this is my preferred choice. As ever, comments are welcome. Part 1 - "The very essence of romance is uncertainty" (Oscar Wilde) After many months of abstinence...