My name is Rachel Shay. What I'm about to share with you is very difficult. But I must unburden myself somehow. You see, I was born different from the rest of humanity. I am a genetic mutant. Unlike the mutants you see in the movies and read about in science fiction magazines and comics, I'm quite real. And my life isn't a fairytale of adventure. And I live...
What's your life like? Selena: Well, when I'm not pawing away at my keyboard, I worship my devoted husband, corral four kids (with another on the way) and almost a dozen chickens, all while growing an organic garden on about six acres of land. I also enjoy bellydancing, photography and taking long, lazy cat naps in the middle of the afternoon. At what age...
The female rolled her hips back, muscles rippling as the weight transferred softly. The golden mane flowing in tendrils as she sat back, rocking on the balls of her feet. Balancing while she straightened, the pale virginal silks whispering as she rose, the lilting jingle of bells joining the song of the beast as she pivoted, music in motion. The snap of a hi...
Daniel kept his left hand in his pocket while the woman standing next to him at the coffee shop flirted with him. A cute brunette, she definitely seemed interested in him, following him over to a ledge by the wall, trying to keep conversation going. Still unsure whether she'd be the kind to hook up with a married man or not, he slipped his ring off, picked...
Justin scooped her up and carried her forward. Centered in the sunken space was a large glass coffee table and he laid her out on the clear surface. She gasped, her eyes opening as her bare skin touched the cold glass, but he stroked a hand down her body and she quieted, laying back, her eyes on him. Justin knelt, sliding his hands over her thighs as he alig...
The story was rejected the first time I put it through, possibly because I put some stuff in there that was just too gross. So I've taken that out. It's all the better for it to be honest. I also had a lot of stuff going on hence why I haven't written anything. But, I've taken it back up, so here I am, submitting my latest chapter in this storyline. Two more...
Copyright 2009 by madengineer3 No similarity should be drawn between these fictitious characters and any real life people. This is simply a story. * The presidential election had been very one sided. The Muldavian press had picked a favorite, early on, and had done their part to make sure their man won. Their favorite was Kar Amabed. His eloquence was in...
Coffee seemed to be the pole around which life revolved then. Take the coffee bar in the hotel beside the railway station, where Jane used to arrive on her commuter train in the morning. I usually got there first, and would grab the window table – our table, it was, for a season – looking out over City Square. Sometimes I would sneak a look at the crossword...
The Downtown Council was always looking for ways to keep office workers downtown and spending money after work. One of their longest running events was a monthly after-work cocktail party. I suppose they hoped people would stay afterward and eat at the city's restaurants, maybe even do a little shopping and see a show before heading back to the suburbs. As...
The name is Maldos, and I am a Satyr. In case you don't know what a Satyr is, I will be glad to enlighten you. Satyrs are Immortal beings who walk the world of man. We look like men, but with somewhat hairier bodies, and we also have goat-like horns. Oh, and I almost forgot about the cloven feet. And the unforgettable goat-like tail. It turns on the women, I...