As the receptionist for the small computer supply company she works for, one of the duties of Veronica Rose is to check the company's e-mail twice daily to see if any orders have come in. She does this when she first comes to work in the morning and then again when she returns from lunch. This morning when she checks it there is only one order so she sends...
Author's note: This is a romantic satire, y'know. Don't take it too seriously. All sexual activity involves modern humans of age 18+. Nobody is murdered, not even those happily fucked to death. Feedback is appreciated. ----- randy Randy ----- I am Randy. That is both my name and my condition. (Sort of like my cousin's sweet daughter Torchy, who is always...
It's not possible to forget what making love to Savannah Wilson was like. She was one erotic woman, visually and physically. I can't imagine some guy dating her and not being totally in lust with her. How they could ever let her go was a mystery to me. But then, knowing Vannie as I now do, it probably wasn't their decision. She had a mind of her own, and it...
"Hey Sarge, man, I gotta go," the sweet young PFC said with some urgency. Looking over at her from my station in the passenger seat of the deuce and a half, I asked politely as not to break any regulations, "Well sweet cheeks, do you need me to hold your hand? If you gotta go then I'd advise you stop the truck and go," "But... but there isn't any privacy,...
We walked back to the hotel, fuelled by giggles and wine. We had left ourselves very little time, so I had no opportunity to preen myself or change into more glamorous and sexy clothes. Comfortable underwear, jeans and a sweater had seemed a natural choice to go out given the cold and damp night air, but now they felt wholly inappropriate. Anna assured me t...
Almost a year ago angiequesophie assisted with the editing of this little story. My thanks for the assistance! Rowan and William Muse The sun was about to slide, without fanfare or ceremony, to the far side of the Rocky Mountains. The Flat Irons were cast in shadow that made the monolithic black rock appear wet and slick. The few rock climbers that were sc...
[Our story is about a 25-year-old potter called Jeremy Harding. He makes ceramic art and is doing pretty well for himself having found some success after leaving art school. He lives and works from his studio in Bethnal Green, London. Alone, since his girlfriend, Alice, walked out on him for some other guy 6 month's ago. He still thinks about her but doesn't...
Content Warning! This story has, but is not limited to: oviposition, gender feelz, venom-induced hypnosis, people turning into monsters, people being stuffed with eggs, and lots and lots of sticky fluids. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THIS IS KINDA A DEPARTURE FROM MY USUAL STUFF. But I hope you all can find something you like in a trans egg turning into a Broodqueen...
This is a different take on the "Wife tells husband she is going out on a date" story. There is really not any sex in this story, so if you're looking for that you won't find any. This is also NOT a BTB story. ***** Chapter 1 My wife, Sherry, thought that I didn't know about her plans. She thought I was stupid, or at least ignorant of her burgeoning love...
I was staying at a large, comfortable, very expensive hotel in Yorkshire. My company was footing the bill, so the 'expensive' part did not trouble me. I was there because a very important new client had their premises nearby, they were on the brink of signing a contract worth £millions. What I had to do was agree to a few design changes and the deal was done...