Holiday Loving - Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Ch. 03 I visit a special club with Jeffrey * Author's notes: 1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk. 2. All charact...
Authors Note: This story continues the adventures of eighteen year old Marcia (nee Marcus) Cicero. The tale opens a week after the events related in "Carol's Gifts". Marcia has shown visible signs of blossoming in the wake of Mistress Carol's injection of powerful hormones and is anticipating returning to her school for the first time as a girl. To answer an...
Lance knelt patiently in the middle of the hard wood floor. His knees hurt, but Lance was a fairly athletic young man and didn't complain much-not that he could, really. "I signed up for this" he thought to himself, as always. Lance tried to kneel without resting his butt on his ankles, as it was good for his posture. His mother had once told him that a b...
(This story happens some weeks after Cheyenne's Revenge) **No problem becomes impossible until you stop trying to solve it** So I found myself lying down in a barn, back against a stall, being ridden like a stallion by a girl I barely knew and was coming not to like. I had to ask myself, how did this happen? The job was not easy, or safe, but it was fairl...
Mari met with Callini about her start date. She'd transition with the current division finance manager for a few weeks and then it was her ship to sail. The division had arranged for her to look at several flats near the office and several in outlying areas within a half hour of the office -- all in very nice neighborhoods; a choice of automobiles; and other...
"Sit down Mona. We have to talk." He had heard those two tiny sentences more than a few times in the last several weeks. Every time he did he felt a strange queasiness in the pit of his stomach. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he could not refuse. He walked over to the couch across from the chair where Kathleen was already sitting and sat down. He sat at...
It's not easy being a Futanari. Some people think it's all sunshine and rainbows, you get boobs and a dick? That sounds awesome! And it is! It's fantastic to come home after a long day at work and grab your already erect penis in both hands and just go to town on it until the satisfying squirt. I'd compare it to finally taking off your shoes right when you g...
Rude made for a quick morning, his shower and breakfast in record time. He was anxious to take a peek into a new issue of Midgar Scribe, a local rag that published obscure works. It had originated as evidence in a case long ago, but after a thorough examination he found it to be most stimulating. Reno waltzed in, his timing impeccable as Rude sat ensconced i...
This story is a submission to the sixth Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC) and a tribute to the founder of FAWC, slyc_willie, who we lost unexpectedly in October 2015. The true author of this story is kept anonymous until the end of the competition. Authors base their story on a list of four items. Their choices included the following letters: S L Y...
Author's Note: I am genuinely surprised by the sheer volume of positive feedback. Never in a million years would I have imagined that the general public might have a deep intellectual interest in advanced sexual/psychological theory. My prestigious colleagues who have studied the Prussian theory thought I was mad attempting to give life to the primal fantasy...