Hi there! This is my first story and as such any helpful advice, constructive criticism or positive feedback would be much appreciated. :) Anyway, onto the important part. This story will be posted under the 'Sci-Fi and Fantasy' section. However, that doesn't mean that it will not contain themes from other genres. So, if you feel you'll die if you read anyt...
Author's forward: I am not and probably will never be a professional writer. I have however had a great time, trying to tell a tale creatively that I have not had an opportunity to do since Freshman College Creative Writing class, over 38 years ago. Yes I'm sure I need an editor. After self-editing this story well over a half-dozen times, declaring it ready...
For the perhaps as many as two of you paying attention, before this one I mention the District Attorney. The problem is Chicago doesn't have one, they have a county attorney. Cook County Attorney to be specific, which is a little surprising and then I never looked it up before. Did finally since I wanted to have an idea on what the offices look like. Which...
Boise, Idaho "All right everyone. Savasana!" their instructor said. "Do not skip this! This part of the routine is crucial. This is where you allow your muscles to relax so your mind and body can absorb all the benefits of today's practice." When she started going to Yoga classes, Paula Stevenson nearly quit after the first one. All of it seemed so...silly...
In the lewd town of the Dark Elves, postal service is a point of pride. And of course, human slaves are used, for three reasons: 1 - Most monster girls aren't dedicated to anything other than thinking about sex. 2 - And those do demand more than economical for postal service. Even free humans needed more than a paltry sum for keeping a household. 3- It's...
Prologue This story is a rewrite of a story I previously wrote entitled "Coming Home." I have used many of the same characters but the plot has changed significantly. It is as far as possible historically accurate although of course the characters and the plot are fictional. The Nazi U Boat threat in 1941 was gradually strangling the UK supply lines and Me...
*Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * * * * * "That is your grandson," Sandra hissed firmly, returning Cris's angry glare with one of her own. "Yes I sent a baby gift to Freddy and I also sent a card too; by the way, Mr. Hard Ass, you owe me; I bought your grandson a five hundred dollar savin...
Though not a direct sequel to "Chats in the Stairwell," this one uses the same character. Feel free to read that one first, though you don't really need to. Enjoy! * * * I've never had a wet dream, probably since I'm not a guy. But maybe women can have them too; I don't know. I'll have to ask Gina. Anyway, I've never had one. But last night, I came clo...
Chapter 6 - Checkups Dave sat in an easy chair in the home of Cory and Lean Donaldson, two members of the Atlanta Group. The home was on newly acquired private property on a large plot of land about halfway between Atlanta and Macon, Georgia. The land owner was Owen Bennett. Dave, Alice, Owen, Julie, and Cricket had flown up in Dave's jet on Friday afternoo...
[[Incest is the over-arching theme for this (rather long) story but it also contains mature, lesbian, anal, and BDSM bits as well.]] I DON'T NEED A QUEEN Much happens underneath the Noon sun. Insects hatch, reproduce, and die under one day's sunshine. They exist their whole lives not knowing a superior order surrounds them. Under this same sun, constructio...