After my disheartening discovery, I was at a loss while I was dealing with two problems. The first was the dismay I felt over David’s broken confidence. With my feelings oscillating between hurt and anger, my first temptation was to confront him directly about it but whenever I reached the point that I was ready to approach him, a voice in the back of my min...
The silent desert sky shown as a million points of distant light as their fire engine red mustang convertible streaked southwest through the endless Nevada desert towards California. An occasional meteorite left a fiery dying track as it vaporized in the sky far above the heads of the two beautiful young females as they felt the cool desert night air course...
My screams echoed off the walls of the science facility as I was dragged upwards to the roof. The two cloaked figures were different species, judging from their hands. One appeared to be human, while the other had a feline appearance to his hands. They seems unconcerned about my screaming. From the lack of reaction in the Wren'kt around me, they had little t...
Thursday, March 22, 2012, Ginny is naughty, Virginia returns. = = = = = = = = = = I woke up even earlier than usual. I felt wonderful. I was facing the foot of the bed and rolled over to look at Katy. Her hair was it's usual early morning mess. She was laying almost on her stomach, with one leg pulled part way up so her hip rose gracefully above her, from...
John Watson drove home almost by rote. He finally looked out at the front of his garage and realized that he had absolutely no idea how he got there. The entire trip from the diner to his house was a blank. He took a long, shuddering breath, exited the car and stumbled into the house. His thoughts were chaotic and he felt a sense of emptiness and loss. He k...
[This story contains depictions and descriptions of muscular women doing all kinds of stuff, sometimes to each other, sometimes not. If you don't like such themes, please stay away.] [I would like to thank LaRascasse for being someone whom I can bounce ideas off, and who also contributes his copy-editing to my work. We are all our own worst editors, and LaR...
For those who don't know it, I am a female, 37 years old, married and living in the USA. The ending of my story will show what I have been telling those folks who write and leave their address, there are no wimp men in my stories. These people have balls and I will reply to everyone who writes me. The ass hole who never leave his name is the wimp here. No...
When I recovered enough to close my mouth, I looked at him. "This is, ah, a. . ." "Yeah, its a fucking license. But you have to tell me, no sneaking around. It means, woman, if someone makes a move on you, you can respond. And get away with it scot free. no repercussions. That's what it means." "I'll never do that, I'll never use this," I told him. "I mean...
The droning, monotone voice of the teacher seemed more and more like a background noise, and I was severely bored. I had paid to take this class, and holy shit! It was beginning to drive me up the wall in boredom. I looked around at the other people in the classroom, seeing that they were as bored as I was. There was more than a few pretty cute girls, and...
Laresa sighed. She had been resting comfortably but now something was occurring outside the ring. She wouldn't know exactly what until she was summoned forth to meet her new master. All she ever received were impressions and right now she had the impression that two people were haggling over the price of the ring, her ring. She sighed again. She often got t...