The bright summer day was Tyler's favorite. It simply brought out the joy of life in him after decades of seclusion in servitude. To his eyes, the human empire was a strange, exotic change after spending years in the monster girl's holdings, named Mamono Reik in some strange traditional lingo. Yet now he was in the Human Empire of Lescatie, retired after six...
Some geographical and anthropological situations are fictional creations, viz the asteroid strike. All characters are fictional and above eighteen. The word Hijra also has been used with some license as readers familiar with Indian subcontinent culture would notice. ***** Asteroid impact causes physical mutations and erotic culture in aboriginal tribe...
Copyright © May 2017 by CiaoSteve CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and c...
Prologue On the face of it, I was just having a pleasant jog. Here I was, running through the gorgeous grounds of the Kinloch-Strathinch estate. Nothing unusual, I often run a few laps around our club track after work. This afternoon I was running through some of the most glorious countryside I had ever laid eyes on. Rather out of character, I was not payi...
Note -- this is another ending, and it follows immediately after chapter three of The Blackmailers Fall. I was just going to let the story stop at part three -- but then I realized that this story could end in a variety of ways. These last chapters are some of those endings. This one is what I like to think of as the 'unhappy ending'. Caution -- the sex in...
Buhawi and Tala wandered off to another clearing that, obviously, served as a kitchen of sorts, though not one Tala understood at all (not that she understood kitchens, really). A stump wider than her girth and Buhawi's combined made a counter-cum-butcher's chopping block and four clay wood stoves stood in a straight line along the flattened top of a massi...
Melvin's first clue that something was different happened as he rode the elevator to his office, his brain running numbers and fractions and percentages like a human calculator. About halfway to his floor, on the verge of adding profit margins mentally, he noticed the woman standing next to him sneaking sly glances in his direction. She was a middle-aged w...
Note to reader: This story follows the fortunes of Roya Ismailov, whose father Hossein Ismailov, is the absolute dictator of the Republic of Azerbaijan. Roya is his eldest and most feared daughter with an appetite for violence and sex. She's a businesswoman, criminal, fashion model, singer and holds the office for oil and gas within the government. She holds...
Note: this is a work of fiction, all characters involved are over 18. On a bright sunny day, Princess Laele stepped across the fields of the high hills north of Underhewn. Sun warmed her skin and the cooler spring wind teased her sundress as she held a hand to her brow, surveying the landscape and mountains ahead. "Princess Laele," with a loud clanking an...
CHAPTER 6 -- THE OLD MAN'S WIDOW Barbeque sauce ran down my chin as I devoured my second beef barbeque sandwich. I sat alone at a table on the patio at Vern's Brisket and Vine. The sign hanging over the eatery, however, had been replaced with a new sign that read Sally's BBQ. Beneath the lettering was a profile of a hogtied naked woman wearing a ball-gag. O...